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"