Interpret:

Peter Hollens

Album:

Misty Mountains (A Cappella) - Single

Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To find our long forgotten gold


The pines were roaring on the height
The winds were moaning in the night
The fire was red it flaming spread
The trees like torches blazed with light


The wind was on the withered heath,
but in the forest stirred no leaf:
there shadows lay by night and day,
and dark things silent crept beneath.


The wind went on from West to East;
all movement in the forest ceased,
but shrill and harsh across the marsh
its whistling voices were released.


Farewell we call to hearth and hall!
Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
We must away ere break of day
Far over wood and mountain tall.