

🎺Musical Sunday🎻 Misty Mountains - Peter Hollens Hmmmmm Far over the Misty Mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away, ere break of day To find our long forgotten 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 The wind was on the withered heath But in the forest stirred no leaf There shadows lay be night or day And dark things silent crept beneath [ WOW, first time hearing this song. I loved it ]