[Intro] [fingerpicked acoustic guitar, E minor] [Verse 1] [baritone male vocals] Barfur, if you please. [acoustic guitar continues] 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. [Chorus] [drums enter with heavy floor toms, strings swell] Far over the misty mountains cold, To dungeons deep and caverns old, We must away ere break of day, To claim our long-forgotten gold. [Spoken Word] [drums and strings drop out, light acoustic guitar] My father was king under the mountain then. I was returning home from travels. I was close enough to witness, but far enough away to be unable to help. I was also wise enough to stay away and be standing before you today. [Instrumental Break] [driving drum beat, rhythmic string staccato, male choir chanting "Hey!"] [Verse 2] [full band arrangement, bass guitar enters] 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. [male choir joins in unison] 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. [Bridge] [music softens, sustained string pads] [spoken] It was done before many knew what was happening. [singing resumes] The mountain smoked beneath the moon, The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom. They fled the hall to dying fall Beneath his feet, beneath the moon. [Spoken Word] [acoustic guitar only] Most of us who survived fled to my cousin Dain, and many from Lonely Mountain still reside there. The thirteen of us were the only ones willing to return and try to do something about the dragon. Thirteen, as you know, is a very unlucky number. And you, Mr. Baggins, will make fourteen. A lucky number indeed. [Chorus] [distorted electric guitar power chords, full orchestral brass, heavy drums] The wind was on the withered heath, But in the forest stirred no leaf. The shadows lay by night or day, And dark things silent crept beneath. But in the forest stirred no leaf, The shadows lay by night or day, And dark things silent crept beneath. It passed the lonely mountain bare, And swept above the dragon's lair. There black and dark lay boulder stark, And flying smoke was in the air. [Outro] [crescendo with choir] Far over the misty mountains grim, To dungeons deep and caverns dim, We must away, we must away, Ere break of day, To win our harps and gold from him! [final drum hit, acoustic guitar fades] We must away... We must away... Before the break of day.
