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Music & Lyrics: Brendan Hill
I met my woman on a mountain side
Looking for warmth and a place to hide
She took me in as the day grew long
As we lay by the fire our love grew strong
I had left the city for its dirt and grime
The factory wails to make mountain time
I found love, but I let it slip away
Now I'm alone, here I'm gonna stay
I keep on looking til this very day
For my baby, my baby, who's gone away
I'll search this land till my dying day
A sweet loving woman, make a mountain cry