The Shire (Concerning Hobbits) [From "Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring"]

Misty Mountains - Dominik Hauser

Far over the misty mountains cold

To dungeons deep and caverns old

We must away ere break of day

To find alone for goted 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

Far over the misty mountains grim

To dungeons deep and caverns dim

We must away ere break of day

To find our harps for hartend 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