We lay under the Misty Mountains cold
In slumbers deep, and dreams of gold
We must awake, our lives to make
And in the darkness a torch we hold
We must awake, and make the day
To find our song, for heart and soul
All eyes on the hidden door
To the Lonely Mountain borne
Well ride in the gathering storm
Till we get our long forgotten gold
Neil Finn - Song Of The Lonely Mountain