| Oh, how I’d like to be upon a windy mountain
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| Where the tree tops scrape the sky
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| Then I would forget all my worries and my troubles
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| I’ll just let the wind blow them by
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| How I love the sound of the wind when it’s howlin
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| Oh it blows my blues away
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| Makes me forget the girl that I’m lovin
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| Lets me forget until another day
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| How I’d like to be upon a windy mountain
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| Where the tree tops scrape the sky
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| There I would forget all my worries and my troubles
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| I’ll just let the wind blow them by
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| Let me hear the leaves on the trees when they are singing
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| Just a moment of relief is all care
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| For I’ve got no sorrow, heartache or sadness
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| As long as I can see the trees that sway
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| How I’d like to be upon a windy mountain
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| Where the tree tops scrape the sky
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| Then I would forget all my worries and my troubles
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| I’ll just let the wind blow them by
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| Oh friends bury me a way up on the mountain
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| Where that old wind will always blow
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| For I want to rest alone on a mountain
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| With the howlin wind that I love so
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| Tell my old lover in case you should see her
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| Just how much I love her she’ll never know
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| And that I’ve gone to rest away upon the mountain
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| Where the howling wind will always blow
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| How I’d like to be upon a windy mountain
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| Where the tree tops scrape the sky
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| There I would forget all my worries and my troubles
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| I’ll just let the wind blow them by |