The Mountain Low

If I could fuck a mountain Lord, I would fuck a mountain And I'd do it with a woman in the valley If she lives in the valley O, if she lives in the valley The mighty, mighty valley of the sun Yes, if she lives there quietly And goes to bed there nightly I'd tower over peaks and in the sky Well, she comes tumbling to me It seems every night there for me With a different face and legs that will not quit Now I'm waiting on a friend To give me advice if I ask him And his presence will tell me what I need to know I would sell my belongings In the mountains where she's living Just to be there when she comes every morning