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 fought. Some kind we never fought. Haven't seen the back of us. We'll fight as long as we live. All eyes on the hidden. To the lonely mountain. We'll ride in the gathering storm. Until we get our unforgotten dawn. 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 the torch we hold. From long ago when mountains burnt. Until this day our hearts have yearned. A fate unknown. The ark is numb. What was stolen must be returned. We must awake and break the day. To find our song for our dead soul. Some folk we never fought. Some kind we never fought. Haven't seen the end of it yet. We'll fight as long as we live. All eyes on the hidden. To the lonely mountain. We'll ride in the gathering storm. Until we get our unforgotten dawn. Far away the misty mountains cold. Far away the misty mountains cold. Far away the misty mountains cold. Far away the misty mountains cold. Far away the misty mountains cold. Far away the misty mountains cold. Far away the misty mountains cold. Far away the misty mountains cold. Far away the misty mountains cold. Far away the misty mountains cold. Far away the misty mountains cold. © transcript Emily Beynon