of our mysterious Misty Mountainsbehind all the songs I wrotelives an old man in his shadowand they’re whistling day and nightfor whatever whatever its worth forthey are whistling for you and IOn a ranch in the wildnessthere’s a song that must be sungabout a blindfolded angelwho never ...
Far over the Misty Mountains cold, To dungeons deep and caverns old, We must away, ere break of day, To claim our long-forgotten gold. Goblets they carved there for themselves, And harps of gold, where no man delves There lay they long, and many a song Was sung unheard by men or ...