Misty Mountains (A Cappella) - Peter Hollens

[00:21.300]Far over the misty mountains cold
[00:30.400]To dungeons deep and caverns old
[00:40.300]We must away , ere break of day
[00:49.800]To find our long forgotten gold
[00:59.400]The pines were roaring on the height
[01:08.600]The winds were moaning in the night
[01:18.300]The fire was red , it flaming spread
[01:28.400]The trees like torches blazed with light
[01:38.300]The wind was on the withered heath
[01:47.800]But in the forest stirred no leaf
[01:57.400]There shadows lay be night or day
[02:06.400]And dark things silent crept beneath
[02:17.300]Ah...
[02:51.400]The wind went on from west to east
[03:01.300]All movement in the forest ceased
[03:10.400]But shrill and harsh across the marsh
[03:19.300]It's whistling voices were released
[03:30.300]Farewell we call to hearth and hall
[03:40.200]Though wind may blow and rain may fall
[03:49.800]We must await ere break of day
[03:58.400]Far over wood and mountain tall