La la la, la la la la Ah ah ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah 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 and his shadow And they're whistling day and night For whatever, whatever it's 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 its troubled mind But for one thing I am certain Is that it sings for you and I And I tried so hard to figure him out But I guess I'm only human I've been watching him, drawing him an*lyzing him in every way I could possibly think of But that does not really help me You gotta 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're crying And they are with us when we bleed Yes, they are with us when we're crying And they are with us when we bleed