Farewell we call to hearth and hall Though wind may blow and rain may fall We must away ere break of day Far over wood and moutain tall
Ti Rivendell, where elves yet dwell In glades beneath the misty fell Through moor and waste we ride in haste And whither then we cannot tell
With foes ahead, behind us dread Beneath the sky shall be our bed Until at last our toll be passed Our journey done, our errand spend
We must away We must away We ride before the break of day !