I could not for the life of me remember the tune of the Misty Mountains song for a time, until Balin's visit set me straight. I did invent my own variation, though I think Thorin Oakenshield's bones of stone now rattle under the Lonely Mountain at my sacrilegious improvisation. I think it's rather an improvement, if I do say so myself.
Every time I imagine the dwarves singing this version I break into fits of laughter, which make me cough.
Somewhere Over the Misty Mountains Cold
Somewhere over the misty
mountains cold
In that land there are dungeons
And there are caverns old
Somewhere far from the Shire
Dragons snore,
There's a way into the mountain
Through a secret door
The pines were roaring on the heights,
The trees like torches blazed with light
The winds were blowing,
The elves did break our sacred trust
Our king was swayed by dragon-lust,
The fire was flaming,
Somewhere over the mountains
Dragons loom,
And the gold long-forgotten,
We will reclaim from doom.
For ancient king and elvish lord
There lies a gleaming golden hoard
That's where we're going
If happy ravens start to fly
Back to their mountain,
Why Oh why can't I?
