Small Mountain (Acoustic)

歌詞

The rise and the fall upon small mountain Was fair not for all in need And I with my life have gone Away from this land of gold Formed from the seed aligned for all that fortune brings And all that certain men lay upon it when anger is seen And it reigns like the others Giving what all it can While the days count for nothing Nothing that one understands Upon that road I had struggled to find A way of life that was common for all And all that runs on the mountain was mine A way of life that will surely be gone Poor lands will grow Among the weeds among the roads And all are anxious for song and dance That will sometimes get old And it reigns like the others Giving what all it can While the days count for nothing Nothing that one understands