Mountain

Is there still snow up on the mountain?

Is there still blood upon my hand?

And is there still life in an old dog yet

Or are its bones under the ground?

And I have seen the bird of sorrow

And I have looked it in the eye

But you were broken long before

My love took your heart and bled it dry

Will you wait for death to come and take you?

Will you wait for God to ask him why?

Will you wait until your daughter wakes you wide

And shows you why you have to try?

Is there still snow up on the mountain?

Is there still blood upon my hand?

And is there still life in an old dog yet

Or are its bones under the ground?

And I have seen the bird of sorrow

And I have looked it in the eye

But you were broken long before

My love took your heart and bled it dry

Will you wait for death to come and take you?

Will you wait for God to ask him why?

Will you wait until your daughter wakes you wide

And shows you why you have to try?