Misty Mountains

Since I went to see The Hobbit, I can't stop listening to this song




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.