| When I awoke from my dream
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| Awakened by the darkness of the night
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| I was unprepared to be unseen
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| I was prepared to fight
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| Oh the rains are bitter, the winds are strong
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| In the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song
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| And I was unprepared in my animal state
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| To contemplate the cruel winds of fate
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| And I say a prayer for those who carry on Past the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song
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| And I’ll fade away
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| I’ll fade away
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| In a glass of corn liquor
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| The memories of Memories of fire, and of wine
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| One by one, the procession passes
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| Later in the day we’ll raise our glasses
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| To a good man, now belongs
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| To the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song
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| And I have a cabin of solitude
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| I built it with my own hands, it’s quite crude
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| Ain’t much too it, this I know
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| But I won’t leave too much behind me here when I go
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| I"ll be seeking my fortunes, carrying on Past the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song
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| To the mountains of sorrow and the rivers of song
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| Oh, these mountains of sorrow and these rivers of song |