Far over the misty mountains rise, leave us standing upon the height. What was before we see once more, is our kingdom a distant light. Fiery mountain beneath the moon, the words unspoken will be there soon. For home a song that echoes on, and all who find us will know the tune. Some folk we never forget, some kind we never forgive. Haven't seen the back of us yet, we will fight as long as we live. All eyes on the hidden door, to the lonely mountain boy. We'll ride in the gathering storm, until we get our long forgotten gold. We lay under the misty mountains cold, in slumbers deep and dreams of gold. We must awake, our lives to make. And in the darkness, a torch we hold. From long ago, when lanterns burned. Until this day, our hearts have yearned. A fate unknown, the arcing storm. What was stolen, must be returned. We must awake, and make a day. To find our song, for heart and soul. Some folk we never forget, some kind we never forgive. Haven't seen the end of it yet, we will fight as long as we live. All eyes on the hidden door, to the lonely mountain boy. We'll ride in the gathering storm, until we get our long forgotten gold. Far away, from misty mountains cold.