Up in the Mountains

Up in the mountains,

Up in the hills

Lived a young old man,

Some swear he's livin' there still.

He owned the whole valley

From the lake to the mill and beyond,

On and on, on an on.

Down in the valley 

At the bend of the river

Lived a young beauty.

She could make you shiver;

A heart of ice

And eyes to give her away;

 Just give her away.

A foggy Friday a cry rang out,

 "This woman must die.

There can be no doubt."

Towns folk said, 

"Let's put her light out now.

 Put that light out now."

But the road out of town

Was blocked by a stranger;

Light on his face,

Eyes full of dangerous love.

Oh, that dangerous love.

Shouting in the torch light

"Is this all you understand?

If it's blood that you want,

I'm your man.

Let the woman go.

Here I stand." he said.

He went out like the sundown.

He went out like the sundown.

Down in the valley

At the bend of the stream,

Crazy old woman there

Lives in a dream,

Stares at the sun rising over the hill

And she swears by the lilies,

“He's livin there still.

He's alive like the sunrise." she says.

"He's alive– 

Like the sunrise.

 He's alive. 

I swear He's alive."

©Quill2000