The King Beneath the Mountains

The King beneath the mountains,
The King of carven stone.
The lord of silver fountains
Shall come into his own!

His crown shall be upholding,
His harp shall be restrung.
His halls shall echo golden;
To songs of yore re-sung

The woods shall wave on mountains,
And grass beneath the sun.
His wealth shall flow in fountains,
And the rivers golden run!

The streams shall run in gladness,
The lakes shall shine and burn,
All sorrow fail and sadness
At the mountain king's return.

The King beneath the mountains,
The King of carven stone.
The lord of silver fountains
Shall come into his own!

His crown shall be upholding,
His harp shall be restrung,
His halls shall echo golden;
To songs of yore re-sung!