Mountains Of Sorrow - Amos Lee

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

And I was unprepared in my animal state

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

And I’ll fade away

I’ll fade away

In a glass of corn liquor

The memories of 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 too it, this I know

But I won’t leave too much behind me here when I go

I"ll be seeking my fortunes, carrying on Past the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song

To the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song

Oh, these mountains of sorrow and these rivers of song