Black Mountain
Sheaves of wheat amongst the weeds
The greenest grass that I've ever seen
Pebbles knocking in the stream
Dusk blowing shadows over the trees
Dusk blowing shadows over the trees
Black Mountain, Black Mountain
I'll follow your track
Black Mountain, Black Mountain
Till my old bones crack
The scar on your face
My foot on your back
Black Mountain, Black Mountain
I'll follow your track
Black Mountain rising
Like dough from a tin
Weathered clouds flock
Dark as the crows wing
Preacher Williams left town
Now he's living in sin
The chapel is empty
So let the wind sing
The chapel is empty
So let the wind sing
Black Mountain, Black Mountain
I'll follow your track
Black Mountain, Black Mountain
Till my old bones crack
The scar on your face
My foot on your back
Black Mountain, Black Mountain
I'll follow your track
Buzzard is circling
His eye on the fence
Corpse of a rusty wheel lies bent
Half covered in ferns, useless and spent
When you can't reach the top
Nothing really makes sense
When you can't reach the top
Nothing really makes sense
Black Mountain, Black Mountain
I'll follow your track
Black Mountain, Black Mountain
Till my old bones crack
The scar on your face
My foot on your back
Black Mountain, Black Mountain
I'll follow your track
Black Mountain, Black Mountain
I'll follow your track
The greenest grass that I've ever seen
Pebbles knocking in the stream
Dusk blowing shadows over the trees
Dusk blowing shadows over the trees
Black Mountain, Black Mountain
I'll follow your track
Black Mountain, Black Mountain
Till my old bones crack
The scar on your face
My foot on your back
Black Mountain, Black Mountain
I'll follow your track
Black Mountain rising
Like dough from a tin
Weathered clouds flock
Dark as the crows wing
Preacher Williams left town
Now he's living in sin
The chapel is empty
So let the wind sing
The chapel is empty
So let the wind sing
Black Mountain, Black Mountain
I'll follow your track
Black Mountain, Black Mountain
Till my old bones crack
The scar on your face
My foot on your back
Black Mountain, Black Mountain
I'll follow your track
Buzzard is circling
His eye on the fence
Corpse of a rusty wheel lies bent
Half covered in ferns, useless and spent
When you can't reach the top
Nothing really makes sense
When you can't reach the top
Nothing really makes sense
Black Mountain, Black Mountain
I'll follow your track
Black Mountain, Black Mountain
Till my old bones crack
The scar on your face
My foot on your back
Black Mountain, Black Mountain
I'll follow your track
Black Mountain, Black Mountain
I'll follow your track
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Writer(s): Sanchia Ryan, Steve Ryan, Tim Powell-morris
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