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.The cruel winds of fate.And I'll say a prayer to 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...Corn and liquor, memories of Eve.Memories of fire and of a wife.Oh, oh, oh, oh.Oh, oh, oh, oh.Oh, oh, oh, oh.One by one, the procession passesLater in the day, we'll raise our glassesTo a good manNow I'll be lostTo the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of songguitar sologuitar soloNow I'll be lostAnd I have a cabin, a solid twoI build it with my own hands, it's quite crudeAin't much to it, this I knowI won't leave too much behind me when I goI'll be sinking my fortunes, carrying onPast the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of sorrowThrough the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of sorrowOh, these mountains of sorrowAnd these rivers of sorrow