I can remember a time before time When Giants they walk through the land But these places I’ve known and these faces have grown All withered and beaten by sand
But I can not be yours There’s blood, sweat, and tears in these fields I have toiled Mountain sing your song And call your children home
I was a king just fallen from grace Cast from the mountain at night Now I’m a poor man, dreaming of birds And wishing that I could take flight
But I can not be yours There’s blood, sweat, and tears in these fields I have toiled Mountain sing your song And call your children home
Oh, I can not be yours There’s blood, sweat, and tears in these fields I have toiled Mountain sing your song And call your children home And call your children home