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
I'm always on the run and I hate copy paste for god's sake
I was unprepared in my animal state
To contemplate the cruel winds of fate
And I'll 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
And the memories of Eden
The 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 to it, this I know
But I won't leave too much behind here when I go
I'll be seeking my fortunes, carrying on
Past the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song
Through the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song
Oh these mountains of sorrow and these rivers of song
