Am G F G
[Vers 1]
(soft picking)
Am G F G
The fairest way for any man to have his own
Am G F G
Is forty years of undisturbed work
Am G F G
And while the rest are buried under stone
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When do you want to go off on our own?
[Instrumental] x2
Am G F G
[Vers 2]
Am G F G
Rolling towns of pastures green and mountainsides
Am G F G
Reflected light off winding streams that run for miles
Am G F G
I wanted to try my hand but I am old
Am G F G
And now it's too late, you'll never get to go
[Instrumental] x2
Am G F G
[Vers 3]
(strumming)
Am G F G
Finding the path to be taken
Am G F G
Was forced by a desperate ruler
Am G F G
Who gave mostly hardships and earful news
Am G F G
But thought himself generous and fair
[Vers 4]
(harder picking)
Am G F G
Lay me besi--de the mountain
Am G F G
Whose shelter inci--tes the moon
Am G F G
But who dares disturb those that rest nearby
Am G F G
The mountain?
