Mountain Man

When I am old, old and grey Two steps closer to my grave Whispering pines and bitter nights You'll be there to hold on to me tight Through the forest misty mountain Adirondack Creaking you and I I'll hold on to your leathered hands Just me and my mountain Hold on to your leathered hands Just me and my mountain man Splintered wood outside our cabin Curled up under a wool blanket The windows cracked the curtains drawn Listening to the howlin' wind sing songs You hold me close so tenderly Just like a secret meant for you and me I'll hold on to your leathered hands Just me and my mountain Hold on to your leathered hands Just me and my mountain Hold on to your leathered hands Just me and my mountain Hold on to your leathered hands Just me and my mountain man