Misty Mountain Hop

	Far over the Misty Mountains cold
	To dungeons deep and caverns old
	We must away ere break 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
	On silver necklaces they strung
	The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
	The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
	They meshed the light of moon and sun.