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 mountain tall

To 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 toil be passed

Our journey done our errand sped

We must away we must away

We ride before the break of day