I have been chained to the land I am from
Destined to work all my days
Still, you ask me to give all my blood and my bones
Just to pray to your beautiful ways

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 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 beatеn by sand

But I can not be yours
There's blood, swеat, and tears in these fields I have toiled
Mountain sing your song
And call your children home

I was a king fallen from grace
Cast from the Mountain at night
Now I'm a poor man, dreaming of birds
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