A REFUGE FOR POETS WHO WRITE IN THE LYRIC TRADITION,
WITH RHYME AND METER, WITH OR WITHOUT MUSIC
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MIST COVERED MOUNTAINS OF HOME
Oh a cold steady snow is a-falling
And I hear the mountains a-calling,
As a misty cloud cover brings
The very last snow of the spring.
Oh a hanging mist hovers
And the pine boughs are covered,
And only a true mountain lover
Would climb through the snow that has blown
On the mist covered mountains of home.
This day attracts few mountain rovers,
For you can’t see the next ranges over;
But I’m sure that the mountains are there,
For I’ve seen them when the weather’s been fair.
Oh the mist it is thick,
But the snow it won’t stick
For it’s wet and it melts pretty quick;
And the only footprints are my own
On the mist covered mountains of home.
And as sure as it came without a warning,
The snow will be gone by the morning;
And not until late in the fall
Will there be a snow cover at all.
Oh soon I must part
But I sure leave my heart
With the mountains that gave me my start;
And maybe some day I’ll never more roam
From the mist covered mountains of home.
Greenfield, Massachusetts, 1987
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