Fire Under Mountain
John Fiddler
Fire under mountain
That's what the wise book say to me
Fire under mountain
That's what the wise book say to me
But when I make my body pretty
I keep my heart to be clean
I may ride white horses
Maybe their wings are gold, oh
Maybe I ride white horses
Maybe their wings are gold
Well I can take to my feet
When I feel my heart growing cold
I may wear pearls and silver
Or I may choose no jewels
I may wear pearls and silver
Or I may choose no jewels
May I wear white robes to my feet
And be no mountain's fool?
