Misty Mountains chords by Howard Shore

Misty mountains- The Hobbit
-Part one: The unexpected party


Am       G      Am
Far over the misty mountains cold
Am     G        Am
To dungeons deep and caverns old
    Am        G
We must away ere break of day
      Am  Em    Am
To seek the pale enchanted gold.


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


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


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


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


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


Am           G   Am
The pines were roaring on the height,
Am       G       Em
The winds were moaning in the night.
       Am       G
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
        Am   Em     Am
The trees like torches blazed with light.


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


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

Am      G        Am
Far over the misty mountains grim
Am     G        Am
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
     Am          G
We must away, ere the break of day,
      Am  Em      Am
To win our harps and gold from him!


-Part 2: Inside the mountain


Am    G         Am
Under the mountain dark and tall
Am      G       Am
The king has come unto his hall!
      Am        G
His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread,
     Am Em       Am
And ever so his foes shall fall.


Am         G      Am
The sword is sharp, the spear is long,
Am    G         Em
The arrow swift, the Gate is strong;
       Am         G
The heart is bold that looks on gold;
       Am  Em      Am
The dwarfs no more shall suffer wrong.


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


Am         G  Am
On silver necklaces they strung
Am      G           Em
The light of stars, on crowns they hung
      Am         G
The dragon-fire, from twisted wire
      Am Em     Am
The melody of harps they wrung.


Am         G      Am
The mountain throne once more is freed!
Am      G         Em
O! wandering folk, the summons heed!
         Am        G
Come haste! Come haste! across the waste!
      Am   Em     Am
The king of friend and kin has need.

Am        G     Am
Now call we over mountains cold,
Am     G        Am
'Come back unto the caverns old'!
      Am       G
Here at the Gates the king awaits,
       Am  Em      Am
His hands are rich with gems and gold.


Am        G    Am
The king is come unto his hall
Am    G         Am
Under the Mountain dark and tall.
      Am         G
The worm of dread is slain and dead,
     Am Em       Am
And ever so our foes shall fall!


Continued in The Fellowship of the Ring:
-Before departure: Merry and Pippin's journey-song


Am         G     Am
Farewell we call to heart and hall!
Am       G         Am
Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
    Am        G
We must away ere break of day
     Am  Em      Am
Far over wood and mountain tall.


Am      G        Am
To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell
Am    G         Em
In glades beneath the misty fell,
         Am        G
Through moor and waste we ride in haste,
      Am  Em    Am
And whither then we cannot tell.


Am        G     Am
With foes ahead, behind us dread,
Am     G        Em
Beneath the sky shall be our bed,
     Am        G
Until at last our toil be passed,
      Am  Em     Am
Our journey done, our errand sped.


    Am      G
We must away! We must away!
    Am   Em      Am
We ride before the break of day!