Misty Mountains Cold taby ukulele według J.R.R Tolkien

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


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The dwarves of yore made mi--ghty spells,
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While Hammers fell like ringing bells
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In places deep, where dark things sleep,
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In hallow halls beneath the fells.


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For ancient king and el-vish lord 
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There many a gleaming golden hoard
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They shaped the wrought, and light they caught
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To hide in gems on hilt of sword


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



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


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

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

 
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The bells were ringing in the dale
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And men looked up with faces pale;
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The dragon's ire more fierce then fire
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Laid low there towers and houses frail.


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The mountains smoked beneath the moon;
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The dwarves, the heard the tramp of doom.
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They fled there hall to dying fall
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Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.


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Far over the misty mountains grim
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To dungeons deep and caverns dim
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We must away, Ere break of day,
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To win our harps and gold from him.