I went to a Hermit of Misty Mountain
who lives in a cave above
And I asked this wise old man
Oh, Mr Hermit, what is a love
He said, Love is a boat that sails
to heaven on a river that has no end
It's a magic carpet to the Valley of Dreams
that's a love my friend
So I asked this Hermit of a Misty Mountain
who lives where the cold winds blow
If I find this thing called love
oh, Mr Hermit, how will I know
He said, You'll see the Sun when it isn't shining
and the stars when they don't glow
and you'll hear songs when there ain't no singing
that's a-how you'll know
So I said to a Hermit of Misty Mountain
before these things are thru
When I find this thing called love
oh, Mr Hermit, what do I do
He said, Treasure this love much more than
gold and care for it tenderly
Or you'll be a Hermit on a Misty Mountain
A fool like me
A fool like me
Aaaw, you'll be a fool like me
A fool like me