The Hobbit An Unexpected Journey Misty Mountains - Misty Mountains

Misty mountains- The Hobbit
-Part one: The unexpected party 


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


Am                  G           Am
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
Am            G                 Em
While hammers fell like ringing bells
          Am                      G
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
          Am    Em          Am
In hollow halls beneath the fells.


Am               G          Am
For ancient king and elvish lord
Am           G               Em
There many a gleaming golden hoard
                Am                      G
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
           Am   Em         Am
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.


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


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


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


Am                     G      Am
The pines were roaring on the height,
Am             G              Em
The winds were moaning in the night.
             Am              G
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
               Am      Em          Am
The trees like torches blazed with light.


Am                     G      Am
The bells were ringing in the dale
Am             G             Em
And men looked up with faces pale;
              Am                   G
Then dragon's ire more fierce than fire
               Am     Em         Am
Laid low their towers and houses frail.


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

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


-Part 2: Inside the mountain


Am        G                 Am
Under the mountain dark and tall
Am           G             Am
The king has come unto his hall!
           Am                G
His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread,
         Am Em             Am
And ever so his foes shall fall.


Am                  G            Am
The sword is sharp, the spear is long,
Am        G                  Em
The arrow swift, the Gate is strong;
             Am                 G
The heart is bold that looks on gold;
              Am   Em           Am
The dwarfs no more shall suffer wrong.


Am                  G           Am
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
Am            G                 Em
While hammers fell like ringing bells
          Am                      G
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
          Am    Em          Am
In hollow halls beneath the fells.


Am                  G    Am
On silver necklaces they strung
Am           G                     Em
The light of stars, on crowns they hung
           Am                 G
The dragon-fire, from twisted wire
           Am Em         Am
The melody of harps they wrung.


Am                  G            Am
The mountain throne once more is freed!
Am           G                 Em
O! wandering folk, the summons heed!
                 Am                G
Come haste! Come haste! across the waste!
            Am     Em          Am
The king of friend and kin has need.

Am               G         Am
Now call we over mountains cold, 
Am         G                Am
'Come back unto the caverns old'!
            Am             G
Here at the Gates the king awaits,
              Am   Em            Am
His hands are rich with gems and gold.


Am               G        Am
The king is come unto his hall
Am        G                 Am
Under the Mountain dark and tall.
            Am                 G
The worm of dread is slain and dead,
         Am Em             Am
And ever so our foes shall fall!


Continued in The Fellowship of the Ring:
-Before departure: Merry and Pippin's journey-song


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


Am            G               Am 
To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell
Am        G                 Em
In glades beneath the misty fell,
                 Am               G
Through moor and waste we ride in haste,
            Am   Em        Am
And whither then we cannot tell.


Am               G         Am
With foes ahead, behind us dread,
Am          G                Em
Beneath the sky shall be our bed,
         Am               G
Until at last our toil be passed,
            Am    Em         Am
Our journey done, our errand sped.


        Am            G
We must away! We must away!
        Am     Em           Am
We ride before the break of day!