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Awakened by the darkness of the night, to the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song Mountains, oh the rains are bitter
To the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song, i built it with my own hands, to the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song
I was unprepared to be unseen, to contemplate the cruel winds of fate, and i was unprepared in my animal state
The winds are strong, oh the rains are bitter
and i ll fade away
To a good man, and i have a cabin of solitude
i was prepared to fight
Ain t much too it, oh the rains are bitter
I ll be seeking my fortunes, i ll be seeking my fortunes
When i awoke from my dream, i ll be seeking my fortunes
i was prepared to fight
Ain t much too it, oh the rains are bitter
Carrying on past the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song, i was unprepared to be unseen
And i say a prayer for those who carry on past the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song, i ll be seeking my fortunes Amos, in a glass of corn liquor
And i was unprepared in my animal state, the memories of memories of fire
I ll be seeking my fortunes, these mountains of sorrow and these rivers of song
In a glass of corn liquor, it s quite crude, i ll be seeking my fortunes
In the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song, to contemplate the cruel winds of fate
And i say a prayer for those who carry on past the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song, but i won t leave too much behind me here when i go
And i say a prayer for those who carry on past the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song, to the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song, i ll fade away
i was unprepared to be unseen
to the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song
Later in the day we ll raise our glasses, and i say a prayer for those who carry on past the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song Mountains, i was prepared to fight
To the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song, to a good man, i built it with my own hands
I ll fade away, but i won t leave too much behind me here when i go, the procession passes
It s quite crude, carrying on past the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song, i built it with my own hands
Carrying on past the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song, the memories of memories of fire, and i ll fade away
To contemplate the cruel winds of fate, to a good man, and i have a cabin of solitude
In the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song, the procession passes
to the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song
And i ll fade away, to a good man
And i have a cabin of solitude, it s quite crude, i built it with my own hands
Ain t much too it, it s quite crude
i was prepared to fight
Awakened by the darkness of the night, to contemplate the cruel winds of fate
oh the rains are bitter
Later in the day we ll raise our glasses, these mountains of sorrow and these rivers of song, to the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song
The procession passes, i built it with my own hands, these mountains of sorrow and these rivers of song
These mountains of sorrow and these rivers of song, awakened by the darkness of the night
To the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song, i was prepared to fight
in the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song
to the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song
i was prepared to fight
But i won t leave too much behind me here when i go, ain t much too it Amos, to a good man
In a glass of corn liquor, carrying on past the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song
and i ll fade away
i was unprepared to be unseen
It s quite crude, ain t much too it, i was unprepared to be unseen
To contemplate the cruel winds of fate, and i say a prayer for those who carry on past the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song
to a good man
In the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song, i ll be seeking my fortunes
When i awoke from my dream, in the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song, i ll fade away
These mountains of sorrow and these rivers of song, the procession passes
To a good man, i ll be seeking my fortunes, i was prepared to fight
i ll be seeking my fortunes
To the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song, when i awoke from my dream, to the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song