The Mountain Songtext
von The Wilson Pickers

I was born on this mountain a long time ago
Before they knocked down the timber
And strip-mined the coal
When you rose in the morning before it was light
Go down in that dark hole and come back at night

I was born on this mountain
This mountain′s my home
And she holds me and keeps me
From worry and woe
Well they took everything that she gave
Now they're gone
But I′ll die on this mountain
This mountain's my home


I was young on this mountain
But now I am old
And I knew every holler
Every cool swimmin' hole
Till one night I lay down and woke up to find
That my childhood was over
I went down in the mine

I was born on this mountain
This mountain′s my home
And she holds me and keeps me
From worry and woe
Well they took everything that she gave
Now they′re gone
But I'll die on this mountain
This mountain′s my home

There's a hole in this mountain
It′s dark and it's deep
And God only knows all the secrets it keeps
And there′s a chill in the air
Only miners can feel
There's ghosts in the tunnels
The company's sealed


I was born on this mountain
This mountain′s my home
And she holds me and keeps me
From worry and woe
Well they took everything that she gave
Now they′re gone
But I'll die on this mountain
This mountain′s my home

But I'll die on this mountain
This mountain′s my home