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I was born on this mountain, a long time ago |
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Before they knocked down the timber and they strip-mined the coal |
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When you rose in the mornin', before it was light |
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To go down in that dark hole, come back up at night |
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I was born on this mountain, this mountain's my home |
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And she holds me and keeps me from worry and woe |
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Well, they took everything that she gave, now they're gone |
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But I'll die on this mountain, this mountain's my home |
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I was young on this mountain, now I am old |
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And I knew every hollow, every cool swimmin' hole |
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'Til one night I lay down and woke up to find |
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That my childhood was over, I went down in the mine |
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I was born on this mountain, this mountain's my home |
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And she holds me and keeps me from worry and woe |
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Well, they took everything that she gave, now they're gone |
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But I'll die on this mountain, this mountain's my home |
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There's a hole in this mountain, dark and it's deep |
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And God only knows all the secrets it keeps |
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There's a chill in the air, only miners can feel |
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And there're ghosts in the tunnels that the company sealed |
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I was born on this mountain, this mountain's my home |
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And she holds me and keeps me from worry and woe |
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Well, they took everything that she gave, now they're gone |
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But I'll die on this mountain, this mountain's my home |
