The Mountain

The wind, the wind, it blew on in

And it tore into my skin

And the snow, the snow such a heavy load

Thought it might crush my bones

But I've been here all these years

Avalanches come and go

And though they carve the scars I show

I still stand

I am the mountain

The stones, the stones they roll on

Pieces of me in their tow

And the dust, the dust follows wanderlust

With the slightest windy gust

And the rain, the rain hits like whips and chains

And yet I still remain

I'll take the pain

Time and again

I still stand

I am the mountain

But I've been here all these years

I still stand I am the mountain