Mountain Man

When I am old, old and grey
Two steps closer to my grave
Whispering pines and bitter nights
You’ll be there to hold on to me tight
Through the forest misty mountain Adirondack creakin’ you and I
I’ll hold on to your leathered hands
Just me and my mountain
Hold on to your leathered hands
Just me and my mountain man
Splintered wood outside our cabin
Curled up under a wool blanket
The windows cracked the curtains drawn
Listening to the howlin’ wind sing songs
You hold me close so tenderly
Just like a secret meant for you and me
I’ll hold on to your leathered hands
Just me and my mountain
Hold on to your leathered hands
Just me and my mountain
Hold on to your leathered hands
Just me and my mountain
Hold on to your leathered hands
Just me and my mountain man