Mountain

Coming down the hillside You'll come in petty threes Settle in the farmland Beyond the swell of trees But oh no Oh no Your campfire stinks Hunting boar and killing all You'll take what's yours to keep Cowboy boots and slinging hoops You'll march right through the town And your path It leads you to The door of my old house But oh no Oh no You'll take just what you'll keep I'll go up the mountain If you promise to love me