I shall send my regards to the mountain man He's sitting close to where it began At the foot of a mountain nobody knows I sing my song for the mountain man A white arc behind fallen trees His eyes are shut like a humble bee His mind melts as the mountain froze I sing for the man in his raggedy clothes Uh.... He says “come here when you're feeling down” “See the glitter of my golden gown” “Love is scarce, it's hard to see” “How we are but not what we want to be” The sun rises high with a brand new face It shines bright without metric space Birds come to see his new technique And I bow to the man I have no critique Uh.... I shall send my regards to the mountain man He's sitting close to where it began At the foot of a mountain, nobody knows I sing for the man in his raggedy clothes