Writing

It feels good to be writing again Clear water flows from my pen And it sure feels good to be writing again I'm stuck in the high rapids' edge, night closes in It feels good to be singing again Yeah, it sure feels good to be singing again From the mountain and the mountain within Music came down from the mountain And she danced with all the men Yeah, she danced with all the men Yeah, music came down from the mountain And she danced with all the men We lined up with our hearts waiting to grow Sometimes I have to wonder on Where have all the good songs gone? Yeah, sometimes I have to wonder on Where have all the good songs gone? Where have they gone? Writing mountain music, yeah Writing mountain music