(Am Bm Em)(x8)

    Am           Bm              Em
The rise and the fall upon small mountain
    Am           Bm     Em
Was fair not for all in need
    Am        Bm        Em
And I with my life have gone
 Am            Bm      Em
Away from this land of gold

(Am Bm)

Em              C
Formed from the seed
            Bm               Em
Aligned for all that fortune brings
    C                    Bm
And all that certain men lay
             Am       Em
Upon it when anger is seen

       C               Bm
And it reigns like the others
            Am     Em
Giving what all it can
          C              Bm
While the days count for nothing
             Am       Em
Nothing that one understands

          C          D            Em
Upon that road I had struggled to find
          C            D          Em
A way of life that was common for all
             C           D            Em
And all that runs on the mountain was mine
         C              D         Em
A way of life that will surely be gone

(Am Bm Em)(x3)
(Am Bm)

Em              C
Poor lands will grow
          Bm              Em
Among the weeds among the roads
    C                   Bm
And all are anxious for song and dance
          Am            Em
That will sometimes get old

       C               Bm
And it reigns like the others
            Am     Em
Giving what all it can
          C              Bm
While the days count for nothing
             Am       Em
Nothing that one understands

          C          D            Em
Upon that road I had struggled to find
          C            D          Em
A way of life that was common for all
             C           D            Em
And all that runs on the mountain was mine
         C              D         Em
A way of life that will surely be gone