Brave mountaineers

Born in the country and I like that country smile
of the little girls and boys, they remind me of a child
that I knew and a big harvest moon that shone by suppertime in the dusty afternoon.
And I need to be there when the autumn wind goes whistling through the trestle we would climb
like brave mountaineers, who never were much bothered by time.

Born in the country and I like that country song
we played for just a nickel every time we got to town
and I bought you a dime diamond ring,
in the hayloft we would play, we were princesses and kings.
And I need to be there when the world gets too heavy and the shadows cross my mind
like brave mountaineers who never were much bothered by time.

Born in the country and I like that country way
of the uncles and the cousins and the card games they would play
while the young ones slept overhead
beneath the quilts that mother made, when all the prayers were said.
And I need to be there when the autumn wind goes whistling through the trestle we would climb
like brave mountaineers, who never were much bothered by time.

And I need to be there when the world gets too heavy and the shadows cross my mind
like brave mountaineers who never were much bothered by time.