The mountain wind, it talks to me, I hear it deep within my soul,
It brings to me a peace of mind Id otherwise never know.
There are times when I get lonesome and I wish to be back home,
But most the time Id rather be in the mountains where I roam.
Way up on the mountain I can sit there quietly,
No worries on my mind and nowhere for me to be.
I forget all my struggles and I leave my troubles be,
I just look out oer the towerin hills and I let myself be free.
I prefer to be with the trees when the cold wind blows,
I enjoy the peace and tranquility of the winter snows.
The big city, it just aint for me with its glowin windows.
Youll find me livin wild and free where no one else goes.
Way up on the mountain sittin by a stream,
I watch the water fallin and I let my mind dream.
I dream about the things to come and the life I want to lead,
Its all how it ought to be in the mountains by a stream.
I prefer to be with the trees when the cold wind blows,
I enjoy the peace and tranquility of the winter snows.
The big city, it just aint for me with its glowin windows.
Youll find me livin wild and free where no one else goes.
Way up on the mountain sittin by a fire,
I watch the embers glowin as the day expires.
The flames they tell a story with a life that never tires,
I could sit and stare for hours in the mountains by a fire.
I prefer to be with the trees when the cold wind blows,
I enjoy the peace and tranquility of the winter snows.
The big city, it just aint for me with its glowin windows.
Youll find me livin wild and free where no one else goes.
Yea, youll find me livin wild and free where no one else goes.