[ Предположительная тональность: G ] 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!
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