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!