Lyrics

These Mountains
Roy Hurd

Twenty nine winters I’ve seen
Gotten lost in your deep woods so green
I’ve had to bush whack and back just to find my way home
I’ve felt warm in your fifty below
These mountains they cradle my soul
Sweet songs of the treasures they hold
Like the hawks silent flight as he searches the night
Northern lights paint midnight skies
These mountains cradle my soul

Kin folk come and gone
Like the night in the light of the dawn
Like my French Indian grandmother and my Irish granddad
Lie buried on that old Redford hill
These mountains cradle my soul
Sweet songs of the treasures they hold
Like the sweet song of spring that the red robin sings
As winter becomes a faint memory
These mountains cradle my soul

Oh you fine friends of mine
Knowing and growing with time
All the love that we share is both precious and rare
It’s a feeling that too few have known
These mountains cradle my soul
Sweet songs of the treasures they hold
I’ve danced in your wind with a hundred great friends
Neath the light of the full harvest moon
These mountains cradle my soul

You’ll hear the wild geese call
South bound way down in the fall
As I watch em fly over from a field of sweet clover
They make me wish I had wings
These mountains cradle my soul
Sweet songs of the treasures they hold
As the colors explode down that old orchard road
It’s just another sweet cider day
These mountains cradle my soul
Sweet songs of the treasures they hold
When I die fair thee well let my spirit dwell
In the heart of these mountains I love
When I die fair thee well let my spirit dwell
In the heart of these mountains I love
These mountains cradle my soul