Far over
The Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep
And caverns old,
The pines were roaring
On the heights,
The wind was moaning
In the night,
The fire was red,
It flaming spread,
The trees like torches
Blazed with light.

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