Coming of the Road

Now that our mountain is growing

With people hungry for wealth

How come it's you that's a-going

And I'm left alone by myself?

We used to haunt the cool cabin

Deep in our forest so green

Then came the road and the tavern

And you found a new love, it seems

Once I had you in the wild woods

Now it's just dusty roads

And I can't help from blaming your going

To the coming of the road

Look how they cut us to pieces

Our ancient poplar and oak

The hillside is stained with the greases

That burns out the heavens with smoke

You used to curse the bold crewmen

That stripped our land of its ore

Now you've changed and you've gone over to them

And you've learned to love what you hated before

Once I thanked God for my treasures

Now it's just dusty roads

And I can't help from blaming your going

To the coming of the road