oooo ooooo oooo oooo far over the misty mountains cold to dungeons deep and caverns old we must await airbreak of day to find our long forgotten gold the pines were roaring on the height 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 heap but in the forest stood no leaf their shadows lay be night or day and dark things silent crept beneath oooo oooo oooo oooo oooo the wind went on from west to east a movement in the forest ceased but shrill and harsh across the marsh its whistling voices were released farewell we call to hearth and hall though wind may blow and rain may fall we must await airbreak of day far o'er the wood and mountain tall