Misty Mountains歌词

作曲 : Howard Shore
Far over the misty mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day
To find our long forgotten gold
The pines were roaring on the heights,
The winds were moaning in the night,
The fire was red, it flaming spread,
The trees like torches blazed with light.
The wind was on the withered heath,
But in the forest stirred no leaf:
There shadows lay be night and day,
And dark things silent crept beneath.
The wind went on from West to East;
All movement in the forest ceased,
But shrill and harsh across the marsh
It's whistling voices were released.
Farewell we call to hearth and hall!
Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
We must await ere break of day
Far over wood and mountain tall.