| Per request, here is the FULL length, 27 verse poem by JRRTolkien: Over the Misty Mountains Cold / The Dwarven Song of Old Wealth. This is a long song, and it really gets to me (had to fight back the tears). Yes, I know I am a dwarf dork, and I can't sing or play, but I just love trying. Please over-look all the mistakes. I am also singing the 3-part harmony in the background. (I wasn't exactly sure how to pronounce 'freind and kin,' so sorry if I flubbed that part up.) Chords used: Am, Em, C, G, and D ✖═══════════ஜ۩۞۩ஜ═══════════✖ I welcome all your comments, and thank you for taking the time to write them. However, I am unable to reply to them all, so please forgive me if you are left out. I appreciate every one of my viewers. ✖═══════════ஜ۩۞۩ஜ═══════════✖ Lyrics: Far over the Misty Mountains cold, To dungeons deep and caverns old, We must away, ere break of day, To seek our pale enchanted gold. The dwarves of yore made mighty 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 sword. On silver necklaces they strung The flowering stars, on crowns they hung The dragon-fire, on twisted wire They meshed the light of moon and sun. Far over the Misty Mountains cold, To dungeons deep and caverns old, We must away ... |
