When I was a kid I wanted to grow up and be a cop in a province town or county I thought it would be great if somedy i could be a Mountie I wanted to
In the highest mountain In the only fountain In the Russian river With you Heard a million singing For a new bell ringing Set a world in motion With
week or so When his interest in art was renewed He found he had extra time on his hands And he kind of missed working with food So he made a tiny Mount
Now the wind is still In a moment it will be raging Now my soul is young In a moment it will be aging High above the pines I wrote several lines And
Comin' down the mountain One of many children Everybody has their own opinion Everybody has their own opinion Holding it back Hurts so bad Jumping out
back to Colorado Rollin' down the highway Just my life to carry It's written in the wind Again I will drink from the river That runs down from the mountain
If you climb the mountain she'll be your guide If you reach the sun she'll bring in the tide Some were born in fire others in snow When they get together
This mountain we must climb over This mountain we must climb I will follow you over We will survive It's time now We must be moving onward It's time
Now the wind is still In a moment it will be raging Now my soul is young In a moment it will be aging. And high above the pines I wrote several lines
Young pretty hair, oh how'd you grow there What it is, what it is? Ain't no wonder at all You clung to your cloud and devoured your wealth Like it is
Go tell it on the mountain Over the hills and far away Go tell it on the mountain That Jesus Christ is born The shepherds all were watching Over
Bang the small rocks on the big ones Till the small ones are sharp and clean Catch something, kill something New blade cuts real keen And then the grass
Wanderers this morning came by Where did they go Graceful in the morning light To banner fair To follow you softly In the cold mountain air Through the
't no mountain high enough Ain't no valley low enough Ain't no river wide enough To keep me from getting to you babe You know that There ain't no mountain
Comin' down the mountain, one of many children Everybody has their own opinion Everybody has their own opinion Holding it back hurts so bad Jumping out
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jackfrost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody knows
I never meant to stay I meant to take my pleasure, have a good time and be gone But I fell in love with a lady, now I sing the mountain song I listened