Farewell we call, to half and whole
The wind may blow and rain may fall
We must away 'ere break of day
Far over wood and mountain tall
We must away 'ere break of day
Far over wood and mountain tall
To Rivendell, where elves yet dwell
In glades beneath the mist fell,
Through moor and waste we ride in haste,
And whither then we cannot tell.
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 toil be passed,
Our journey done, our errand sped.
Until at last our toil be passed,
Our journey done, our errand sped.
We must away! We must away!
We ride before the break of day!