Misty Mountains Cold chords by Howard Shore

Am        G              Am
Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
            Em         G      Am
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
   Am    Em        G       Bm
We must away, ere break of day,
              C      Bm      Am
To seek our pale enchanted gold.

               Am          G       Am
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
               Em         G      Am
While hammers fell like ringing bells,
     Am    Em          G            Bm
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
           C       Bm        Am
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

             Am       G      Am
For ancient king and elvish lord
              Em        G    Am
There many a gleaming golden hoard
      Am          Em         G          Bm
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught,
            C       Bm      Am
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

          Am     G        Am
On silver necklaces they strung
               Em        G          Am
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
     Am    Em        G      Bm
The dragon-fire, on twisted wire
                 C       Bm        Am
They meshed the light of moon and sun.

     Am        G              Am
Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
            Em         G      Am
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
   Am    Em        G       Bm
We must away, ere break of day,
              C      Bm      Am
To claim our long-forgotten gold.

              Am           G         Am
Goblets they carved there for themselves,
              Em         G       Am
And harps of gold, where no man delves
      Am         Em        G      Bm
There lay they long, and many a song
             C      Bm      Am
Was sung unheard by men or elves.

                Am      G     Am
The pines were roaring on the heights,
             Em       G      Bm
The wind was moaning in the night,
    Am        Em      G         Bm
The fire was red, it flaming spread,
                C        Bm         Am
The trees like torches blazed with light.

                Am      G      Am
The bells were ringing in the dale,
               Em       G    Bm
And men looked up with faces pale.
     Am       Em        G          Bm
The dragon's ire, more fierce than fire,
                C          Bm      Am
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

                Am     G         Am
The mountain smoked beneath the moon.
                   Em         G       Bm
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
     Am        Em       G    Bm
They fled the hall to dying fall
             C      Bm        Am
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

                              Am
Far over the Misty Mountains grim,
             Em               Am
To dungeons deep and caverns dim,
         Em                 Bm
We must away, ere break of day,
             C                 Am
To win our harps and gold from him!