Originally named "Dwarven Song About Old Wealth" by Tolkien

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 mightly 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 sward. 
On silver necklaces they [bad word] 
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung 
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire 
They meshed the light of moon and sun. 
Far over the misty mountains cold 
To dungeouns deep and caverns old 
We must away, ere break of day, 
To claim our long-forgotten gold. 

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. 
The pines were roaring on the height, 
(The pines were roaring on the height) 
The winds were moaning in the night, 
The fire was red, it flaming spread; 
(The fire was red, it flaming spread) 
The trees like torches blazed with light. 
The bells were ringing in the dale 
(The bells were ringing in the dale) 
And men looked up with faces pale; 
The dragon's ire more fierce than fire 
(The dragon's ire more fierce than fire) 
Laid low their towers and houses frail. 

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

The pines were roaring on the height, 
(The pines were roaring on the height) 
The winds were moaning in the night, 
The fire was red, it flaming spread; 
(The fire was red, it flaming spread) 
The trees like torches blazed with light. 
The bells were ringing in the dale 
(The bells were ringing in the dale) 
And men looked up with faces pale; 
The dragon's ire more fierce than fire 
(The dragon's ire more fierce than fire) 
Laid low their towers and houses frail.