Mountaineer Is Always Free

I'm one of the few, I'm proud to be standing

I walked up the pier from the coffin ships landing

My clothes were just rags, no use for this weather

But my back was strong, my hands tough as leather



I climbed up these hills till I came to the spot where I stand

I cleared these fields and I pulled up the stumps with my hands

No more a wanderer, no more a refugee

A mountaineer is always free



Took a Cherokee bride, she gave me five babies

And I sang at the wakes, I cried at the weddings

I taught all my children the songs of my youth

To dance to the fiddle and practice the truth



I carried them up on my shoulders to where they could see

The whole world before them just so they would know what it means

No more a wanderer, no more a refugee

A mountaineer is always free



No kings, no landlords to treat us like beggars and thieves

No one but God here to fear or to look down on me

No more a wanderer, no more a refugee

A mountaineer is always free



No more a wanderer, no more a refugee

A mountaineer is always free