The first snow comes from the mountains
And the cold consumes my soul
Chop the last wood of the season
To keep my bones and spirit warm
I hear dogs in the distance barking
Hunting under the midnight moon
The winter wind blows through the doorway
Bringin' in this familiar friend
In the faint light of a lantern
He persists to watch my shadow fade
He won't dry the lonely tears I'm crying
He's not here for a warm embrace
You've gotta listen deep and listen closely
Wise words won't fall like the rain
When he'll be gone come morning
I've to carry on its another day
I'm a man of the mountain
I'm a man all by myself
I'm a man of the mountain
A Mountain man is what I am
