La la la aaaa

In a house

On an island
There's a tale that must be told
Of our mysterious Misty Mountains

Behind all the songs I wrote
Lives an old man in his shadow
And they're whistling day and night

For whatever whatever its worth for
They are whistling for you and I


On a ranch in the wildness
There's a song that must be sung
About a blindfolded angel

Who never learned the right from wrong
And though I don't know enough English
To describe it's troubled mind

But for one thing I am certain
Is that it sings for you and I


And I tried so hard to figuring out
But I guess I'm only human
I've been watching him drawing him

!@%(ysing him in every way
I could possible think of


But does not really help me
You got to sit back and enjoy
You know Ochrasy raised and betrayed him

Now he sits there all alone
With his soul and his legend and his epic melodies
They are with us when we crying

And they are with us when we bleed

Yes they are with us when we crying

And they are with us when we bleed