Karaoké Far Over the Misty Mountains Cold Geoff Castellucci

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 heights

The wind was moaning in the night

The fire was red

It flaming spread

The trees like torches blazed with light

Mmh hmm hmm

Mmh hmm hmm hmm

Mmh hmm hmm

Mmh hmm hmm hmm

The wind was on the withered heath but in the forest stirred no leaf

There shadows lay be night or day

And dark things silent crept beneath

Farewell we call to hearth and hall

Though wind may blow and rain may fall

We must away

We must away

Ere break of day

Far over wood and mountain tall

We must away

We must away

We ride before the break of day