black country

it's cold on the mountain

it's cold in the wood

my life is a fountain

it's all in my blood

i go down to the river

i'll never sleep till i'm gone

it's cold on the mountain

i could not leave you alone

i am a messenger

this is my prophecy

i'm goin' back

to the black country

i speak for the million

from city to shire

we come from the heartland

we walk thru the fire

we rise to the measure

the line in the sand

it's cold on the mountain

and this is our land

i am a messenger

this is my prophecy

i'm goin' back

to the black country