Song Of Durin

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[Verse 1]

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The world was young, the mountains green
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No stain yet on, the moon was seen
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No words were laid, on stream or stone
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When Durin woke, and walked alone
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He named the nameless hills and dells
    Am         C     F      G
He drank from yet untasted wells
     F          Am        C    G
He stooped and looked in Mirrormere
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And saw a crown of stars appear
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As gems upon a silver thread
 F        G       Em     Am
Above the shadows of his head

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The world was fair, the mountains tall,
   Dm     G     Em       Am
In Elder Days before the fall
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Of mighty kings in Nargothrond
         C        F     G
And Gondolin, who now beyond
    Am      F         G       C
The Western Seas have passed away:
    F         G       Em      Am
the world was fair in Durin's Day.

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A king he was on carven throne
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In many-pillared halls of stone
     Am     F        C      Am
With golden roof and silver floor,
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And runes of power upon the door.
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The light of sun and star and moon
   Dm      F         Am       G
In shining lamps of crystal hewn
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Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
      F         G    Em       Am
There shone for ever fair and bright.

      Am     F      C     G
There hammer on the anvil smote,
      Am     F          C      G
There chisel clove, and graver wrote;
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There forged was blade, and bound was hilt;
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The delver mined, the mason built.
      Am     F          C    G
There beryl, pearl, and opal pale,
    Dm    F            Am      G
And metal wrought like fishes' mail,
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Buckler and corslet, axe and sword,
    Dm      G           Em      Am
And shining spears were laid in hoard.

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Aaah Aaah

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Unwearied then were Durin's folk;
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Beneath the mountains music woke:
    Am      G           C         F
The harpers harped, the minstrels sang,
    F      G         Em       Am
And at the gates the trumpets rang.

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The world is gray, the mountains old
    F       G        Em    Am
The forge's fire, is ashen cold
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No harp is wrung, no hammer falls
    F          G         Em      Am
The darkness dwells in Durin's halls
    Am     F      Dm       Em
The shadow lies upon his tomb
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In Moria, in Khazad-dûm
     F        Am     Dm    C  G
But still the sunken stars appear
    Dm      C        F     G
In dark and windless Mirrormere
      Am       G        C      Dm
There lies his crown in water deep
     F     G     Em         Am
Till Durin wakes again from sleep