Текст (слова) песни: Tim O`Brien - Mountaineer Is Always Free
I`m one of the few, proud to be standing I walked up the pier from the coffin ships landing My clothes were just rags, no use in this weather But my back was strong, my hands tough as leathe
I climbed up these hills till I came to the spot where I stand I cleared these fields and I pulled up the stumps with my hands No more a wanderer, no more a refugee A mountaineer is always free
Took a Cherokee bride, she gave me five babies I sang at the wakes, I cried at the weddings I taught all my children the songs of my youth To dance to the fiddle and practice the truth
I carried them up on my shoulders to where they could see The whole world before them just so they would know what it means No more a wanderer, no more a refugee A mountaineer is always free
No kings and no landlords to treat us like beggars and thieves There`s no one but God here to fear or to look down on me No more a wanderer, no more a refugee A mountaineer is always free
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