I am in a opera called "The Hobbit". Story was written by J. R. Tolkien; script and music was written by Dean Burry. I just wanted to type up my favorite song from my score. It is called 'Far Over the Misty Mountains'.
Far Over the Misty Mountains
Far over the Misty Mountains cold to dungeons deep and caverns old we must away ere break of day to seek our pale enchanted gold.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells while hammers fell like ringing bells, in places deep, where dark things sleep in hollow halls beneath fells.
For ancient king and elvish lord, There many a gleaming golden hoard they shaped and wrought, and light they caught to hide in gems on hilt of sword.
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.
The bells were ringing in the dale And mean looked up with faces pale; the dragon's ire, more feirce than fire laid low their tow'rs and houses frail.
The mountain smoked beneath the moon: The dwarves they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Far over the Misty Mountains grim, to dungeons deep and caverns dim, We must away ere break of day to win our haps and gold from him.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells while hammers fell like ringing bells, in places deep, where dark things sleep in hollow halls beneath fells.
For ancient king and elvish lord, There many a gleaming golden hoard they shaped and wrought, and light they caught to hide in gems on hilt of sword.
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.
The bells were ringing in the dale And mean looked up with faces pale; the dragon's ire, more feirce than fire laid low their tow'rs and houses frail.
The mountain smoked beneath the moon: The dwarves they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Far over the Misty Mountains grim, to dungeons deep and caverns dim, We must away ere break of day to win our haps and gold from him.
