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 liquorMemories of heatMemories of fireAnd of a whileOne by oneThe procession passesLater in the dayWe'll raise our glassesTo a good manNow I'll be lostTo the mountains of sorrowAnd the rivers of songAnd the rivers of songAnd the rivers of songAnd the rivers of songI have a cabinOf solitudeI'll build itWith my own handsIt's quite crudeAin't much to itThis I knowI won't leave too muchBehind meWhen I goI'll be singingMy fortuneCarrying onPast the mountains of sorrowAnd the rivers of songTo the mountains of sorrowAnd the rivers of songOh, these mountains of sorrowAnd these rivers of songAnd the rivers of songLet's spread this Юы Written by