| Change crashes down
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| Around my family of the mountains
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| Newer ways have come
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| People talk about things they could never know
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| And as the old ones look around
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| At what’s been left for them they see
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| The land they gently touched
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| It’s tethered now to the rich man’s misery
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| Let them be, you see they’re running scared
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| Let them be, now you’ve taken what they shared
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| Their lives have been broken enough and cannot be repaired
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| Prosperity has come
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| But not for my family of the mountains
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| The quiet and gentle ones
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| They had no ambition fired by greed
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| And as the old ones look around
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| At what’s been left for them they see
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| The land they gently touched
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| It’s tethered now to the rich man’s misery
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| Let them be, you see they’re running scared
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| Let them be, now you’ve taken what they shared
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| Their lives have been broken enough and cannot be repaired
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| Time passes on
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| And so does my family of the mountains
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| The older ways have gone
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| People search for a past that was always there
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| And as the old ones look around
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| At what’s been left for them they see
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| The land they gently touched
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| It’s tethered now to the rich man’s misery
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| Let them be, you see they’re running scared
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| Let them be, now you’ve taken what they shared
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| Their lives have been broken enough and cannot be repaired |