Far Over The Misty Mountains Cold - (Full Song) - Epic Folk Version

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My version of the dwarve's poem from the Hobbit. The film version of this song was abridged, so I wanted to use all of the lyrics from the book. I tried to make this version a little more epic and hopeful, as a song to give Thorin and company courage for their journey.

Music was created initially in Suno, then re-worked in an editor with addition of vocals and instruments. Video clips taken mostly from The Hobbit Trilogy, along with a few short scenes from The Fellowship and the Rings of Power.

Enjoy!

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Lyrics:

Far over the misty mountains cold...
To dungeons deep, and caverns old...
We must away... ere break of day...
To seek the pale enchanted gold...

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
while hammers fell like ringing bells!
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells!

For ancient king and elvish lord,
there many a gleaming golden hoard!
They shaped and wrought and light they caught,
to hide in gems on hilt of sword!

On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
the dragon-fire, in twisted wire
they meshed the light of moon and sun.

Goblets they carved there for themselves!
And harps of gold; where no man delves!
There lay they long and many a song
was sung unheard, by men or elves!

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep, and caverns old!
We must away ere break of day
To claim our long-forgotten gold!

(to claim 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 bells were ringing in the dale
and men looked up with faces pale!
Then dragon’s ire more fierce than fire,
laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall, to dying fall
beneath his feet, beneath the moon!!

Far over the misty mountains grim
to dungeons deep, and caverns dim!
We must away, ere break of day,
to win our harps and gold from him!

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.

We must away...
ere break of day...
To find our long-forgotten gold....