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 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
guitar solo
guitar solo
Now I'll be lost
And I have a cabin, a solid two
I 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 sinking my fortunes, carrying on
Past the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of sorrow
Through the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of sorrow
Oh, these mountains of sorrow
And these rivers of sorrow