A Drinking Song

Long was the way that fate them bore, 
 
 O'er stony mountains cold and grey, 
 
 Through halls of ireon and darkling door, 
 
 And woods of nightshad...

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold
While hammers fell li...

Gil-Galad was an Elven-king.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
The last whose realm was fair and free
Between the Mountains and the Sea.
His sword was lo...

The King beneath the mountains,
The King of carven stone,
The lord of silver fountains
Shall come into his own!
The woods shall wave on mountains
And ...

Beneath the Moon and under star
He wandered far from northern strands,
Bewildered on enchanted ways
Beyond the days of mortal lands.
From gnashing of ...

A Drinking Song
Oh ho ho!
To the bottle I go
To heal my heart and
Drown my woe!
Rain may fall and
Wind may blow,
And many miles be still to go,
But un...

Under the Mountain dark and tall
The King has come unto his hall!
His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread,
And ever so his foes shall fall.
The arrow swift...

Farewell we call to hearth and hall!
Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
Far over wood and mountain tall.
To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell
In g...

Farewell sweet earth and northern sky,
For ever blest, since here did lie
And here with lissom limbs did run
Beneath the Moon, beneath the Sun.

Lúthi...