Far over the Misty Mountains cold, 
To dungeons deep and caverns old... 

Farewell we call to hearth and hall, 
Though wind may blow and rain may fall, 
We must away, ere break of day 
Far o'er the wood and mountain tall... 

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

We must away, we must away, 
We ride before the break of day