[ Предположительная тональность: Am ] Misty mountains- The Hobbit -Part one: The unexpected party Am G Am Far over the misty mountains cold Am G Am To dungeons deep and caverns old Am G We must away ere break of day Am Em Am To seek the pale enchanted gold. Am G Am The dwarves of yore made mighty spells, Am G Em While hammers fell like ringing bells Am G In places deep, where dark things sleep, Am Em Am In hollow halls beneath the fells. Am G Am For ancient king and elvish lord Am G Em There many a gleaming golden hoard Am G They shaped and wrought, and light they caught Am Em Am To hide in gems on hilt of sword. Am G Am On silver necklaces they strung Am G Em The flowering stars, on crowns they hung Am G The dragon-fire, in twisted wire Am Em Am They meshed the light of moon and sun. Am G Am Far over the misty mountains cold Am G Am To dungeons deep and caverns old Am G We must away, ere the break of day, Am Em Am To claim our long-forgotten gold. Am G Am Goblets they carved there for themselves Am G Em And harps of gold; where no man delves Am G There lay they long, and many a song Am Em Am Was sung unheard by men or elves. Am G Am The pines were roaring on the height, Am G Em The winds were moaning in the night. Am G The fire was red, it flaming spread; Am Em Am The trees like torches blazed with light. Am G Am The bells were ringing in the dale Am G Em And men looked up with faces pale; Am G Then dragon's ire more fierce than fire Am Em Am Laid low their towers and houses frail. Am G Am The mountain smoked beneath the moon; Am G Em The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom. Am G They fled their hall to dying fall Am Em Am Beneath his feet, beneath the moon. Am G Am Far over the misty mountains grim Am G Am To dungeons deep and caverns dim Am G We must away, ere the break of day, Am Em Am To win our harps and gold from him! -Part 2: Inside the mountain Am G Am Under the mountain dark and tall Am G Am The king has come unto his hall! Am G His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread, Am Em Am And ever so his foes shall fall. Am G Am The sword is sharp, the spear is long, Am G Em The arrow swift, the Gate is strong; Am G The heart is bold that looks on gold; Am Em Am The dwarfs no more shall suffer wrong. Am G Am The dwarves of yore made mighty spells, Am G Em While hammers fell like ringing bells Am G In places deep, where dark things sleep, Am Em Am In hollow halls beneath the fells. Am G Am On silver necklaces they strung Am G Em The light of stars, on crowns they hung Am G The dragon-fire, from twisted wire Am Em Am The melody of harps they wrung. Am G Am The mountain throne once more is freed! Am G Em O! wandering folk, the summons heed! Am G Come haste! Come haste! across the waste! Am Em Am The king of friend and kin has need. Am G Am Now call we over mountains cold, Am G Am 'Come back unto the caverns old'! Am G Here at the Gates the king awaits, Am Em Am His hands are rich with gems and gold. Am G Am The king is come unto his hall Am G Am Under the Mountain dark and tall. Am G The worm of dread is slain and dead, Am Em Am And ever so our foes shall fall! Continued in The Fellowship of the Ring: -Before departure: Merry and Pippin's journey-song Am G Am Farewell we call to heart and hall! Am G Am Though wind may blow and rain may fall, Am G We must away ere break of day Am Em Am Far over wood and mountain tall. Am G Am To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell Am G Em In glades beneath the misty fell, Am G Through moor and waste we ride in haste, Am Em Am And whither then we cannot tell. Am G Am With foes ahead, behind us dread, Am G Em Beneath the sky shall be our bed, Am G Until at last our toil be passed, Am Em Am Our journey done, our errand sped. Am G We must away! We must away! Am Em Am We ride before the break of day!