Woorden: Tim O'Brien. 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