Funky Mountain

Far over the Misty Mountains cold To dungeons deep and canverns old We must away ere break of day To find our long forgetten 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 Far over the Misty Mountains cold To dungeons deep and canverns old We must away ere break of day To find our long forgetten 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