Down from the Mountain

Stones keep a-rollin'

The wind keeps a-dronin'

And gray-purple clouds stumble down from the mountain

The air smells of metal

A freeze is a-coming

Slow is the motion like a lone drum a-drummin'

A slow storms a-chasin'

But no use erasin'

Eyes to the low ground, and keep on a-pacin'

Daylight is pressin'

A long nights a-comin'

But slow is the motion like a lone drum a-drummin'