Small Things - Kiddycar

Under the Mountain dark and tall The King has come unto his hall His foe is dead the Worm of Dread And ever so his foes shall fall The sword is sharp the spear

I sang of leaves of leaves of gold and leaves of gold there grew： Of wind I sang a wind there came and in the branches blew. Beyond the Sun beyond the Moon the f

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 mightl

From Wilderland to Western shore Form northern waste to southern hill Through dragon-lair and hidden door And darkling woods he walked at will With Dwarves and