Oh, where have you been, my blue eyed son? Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains I've walked
"Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? And where have you been my darling young one?" "I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains I've
misty morning sun (sun) Jump as sunlight skims the sky Downstairs radiation burns my eyes (eyes) Darkness is a sound of the morning sun And the misty
Look on yonder misty mountain See the young monk meditating rhododendron forest Over dusty years, I ask you "What's it been like being you?" Through
the world of the humans and is referred to as being "away with the fairies" A twinkle of light Coming down from the mountain A wonderful, magical Sound
Almost heaven West Virginia Blue Ridge Mountains Shenandoah Valley Life is old there older than the trees Younger than the mountains growing like a weed
Almost heaven West Virginia Blue Ridge Mountains Shenandoah River Life is old there older than the trees younger than the mountains blowin' like a breeze
I won't be blue Way up on the mountain a way down in the valley I know I'll be happy anyplace anywhere I don't care In the misty moonlight by the flickering
the stratosphere And onward 'til they disappear These continents from overhead Look like tiny paper shapes Intricately set in place Below the misty mountain
Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and carvens old We must away ere break of day To seek the pale enchanted gold The pines were roaring
A misty path through woods long past enshrined in silence and runes will keep the secrets of Dol Guldur Far away and over the cold fog mountains our
In the misty morning, on the edge of time We've lost the rising sun, a final sign As the misty morning rolls away to die Reaching for the stars, we blind
our pockets we'll light this darkened forest on the mossy turf, we'll dance till our feet shatter, toes will splinter tripping through the misty
of time Blistered confusion in crystal caves Shattered lights Blow my hair in a trillion waves The gauntlet of gold Chariots of flames The misty mountain
lie sleeping now feel the blood a leaping high as the spirits of the old highland men (Chorus) Towering in gallant fame Scotland my mountain hame
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains I've walked
- the colour of the dream I had Not too long ago Misty blue and Lilac too Never to grow old Gold and Rose - the colour of the dream I had Misty blue
my pagan ancestors call my name through the white waterfalls of norway from the dark and misty forests from the mighty snowfilled mountains through the