MistyMountainsCold10

far over the misty mountains cold to dungeons deep and caverns old wd must away ere break of day, To find are long-forgotten gold The pines were roaring on the hight The wind was moaning in the night The fire wss red, it's flaming spread The trees like torches blazed with light On silver necklaces they strung The flowering stars, on crowns they hung The dragon-fire, in twisted wire They meshed the light of the moon and sun. I don't own these lyrics.