Rolling Green Mountain - Fire & Smoke

[05:45.0]Up high on the rolling green mountain
[05:45.0]Where the forest clears and the cool waters flow
[05:45.0]Does the loon still cry when the moon casts a shadow
[05:45.0]O’er the grave with my true love below
[05:45.0]Long ago lived a man on the mountain
[05:45.0]Who’d lost all his family save for one son
[05:45.0]As the boy grew tall and strong as his father
[05:45.0]He soon felt the longing to run
[05:45.0]So he carved out a boat for to sail ‘cross the water
[05:45.0]And met there a huntress with arrows and bow
[05:45.0]And they fell in love as the spring turned to summer
[05:45.0]Come autumn she said she must go
[05:45.0]Up high on the rolling green mountain
[05:45.0]Where the forest clears and the cool waters flow
[05:45.0]Does the loon still cry when the moon casts a shadow
[05:45.0]O’er the grave with my true love below
[05:45.0]So the boy sailed home with a white-flowered promise
[05:45.0]That when the lake melted they’d meet on the shore
[05:45.0]When his father heard of what had transpired
[05:45.0]He cried “you shall see her no more’’
[05:45.0]That night, the man walked out to call on the North Wind
[05:45.0]And begged to help keep the boy e’er by his side
[05:45.0]“With the loon, and the moon, and the stars as my witness
[05:45.0]If I were to lose him, I surely would die’’
[05:45.0]Up high on the rolling green mountain
[05:45.0]Where the forest clears, and the cool waters flow
[05:45.0]Does the loon still cry when the moon casts a shadow
[05:45.0]O’er the grave with my true love below
[05:45.0]The cold filled the boy with a desperate anger
[05:45.0]And when the ice faltered he soon stole away
[05:45.0]But the North Wind saw to make good on a promise
[05:45.0]Turning boy into stag, forever to stay
[05:45.0]The huntress on shore awaiting her lover
[05:45.0]Spied game in the woods and her arrows did fly
[05:45.0]But to find there a crown on his brow of white flowers
[05:45.0]She fell to her knees and did cry
[05:45.0]In the soft mossy ground of a black pine cathedral
[05:45.0]She made up a grave for to lay him down low
[05:45.0]With a stone that she clutched to her breast like a baby
[05:45.0]In the clear icy water she sank down below
[05:45.0]Where her tears did fall grows a ghostly white flower
[05:45.0]When plucked from the ground it does melt like the snow
[05:45.0]Where the North Wind howls like a childless father
[05:45.0]There’s a song only birds and the water can know
[05:45.0]Up high on the rolling green mountain
[05:45.0]Where the forest clears and the cool waters flow
[05:45.0]Does the loon still cry when the moon casts a shadow
[05:45.0]O’er the grave with my true love below
[05:45.0]Does the loon still cry when the moon casts a shadow
[05:45.0]O’er the grave with my true love below