mountains of sorrow

when i awoke from my dream

awakened by the darkness of the night

i was unprepared to be unseen

i was prepared to fight

oh the rains are bitter

the winds are strong

in the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song

and i was unprepared in my animal state

to contemplate the cruel winds of fate

and i say a prayer for those who carry on

past the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song

and i'll fade away

i'll fade away

in a glass of corn liquor

the memories of

memories of fire

and of wine

one by one

the procession passes

later in the day we'll raise our glasses

to a good man

now belongs

to the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song

and i have a cabin of solitude

i built it with my own hands

it's quite crude

ain't much too it

this i know

but i won't leave too much behind me here when i go

ill be seeking my fortunes