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 there's sorrow, in the rivers there's song.
And I was unprepared in my animal state to contemplate.
To contemplate.
And I'll say, pray, those who carry on. Past the mountains there's sorrow, in the rivers there's song.
And I'll fade away. I'll fade away.
In a glass of gold.
Corn and liquor
Memories of heat
Memories of fire
And of a while
One by one
The procession passes
Later in the day
We'll raise our glasses
To a good man
Now I'll be lost
To the mountains of sorrow
And the rivers of song
And the rivers of song
And the rivers of song
And the rivers of song
I have a cabin
Of solitude
I'll build it
With my own hands
It's quite crude
Ain't much to it
This I know
I won't leave too much
Behind me
When I go
I'll be singing
My fortune
Carrying on
Past the mountains of sorrow
And the rivers of song
To the mountains of sorrow
And the rivers of song
Oh, these mountains of sorrow
And these rivers of song
And the rivers of song

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