Mountain Song Lyrics

I was born on the dark side of a mountain so high

Spent my first 40 years staring up at the sky

Praying to the Lord who sits up above

For the wings of those little white doves

To lift me away from this land of grief and sin

To a far brighter place where the sun shining

But nobody heard a single last word

Just the echoing cries of the raven birds

There's a bright flash of blue gin riding on the breeze

He'll fly away tomorrow as free as he can be

Fences don't hold him, or the ties that bind

No chains on his feet

Going on the line

40 days and 40 nights, the rain's been pouring down

Filling up the rivers and washing out the towns

Drowning all the places of my darkest memories

My mountain was a prison

Now the flood has set me free

My father was a preacher with the Bible in his hand

He said the flood was coming to sanctify the land

Stood on the riverbank praying for our sins

Still reading from the scripture as the water pulled him in

I live alone, so far away from the place of my birth

With the sun on my back and the sweet sacred earth

But as the winter storm clouds gather overhead

Ghosts of my mountain dark go dancing with the dead

And there's a bright flash of blue gin riding on the breeze

He'll fly away tomorrow as free as he can be

Fences don't hold him, or the ties that bind

No chains on his feet

Going on the line

Going on the line