Black Mountain - Henry Jamison

Black mountain

Cool river runs

Now it could be anyone

I counted

The dark pine trees

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten

And I could be any one of them

Oh, tonight I see it through

With no thought of self-ridicule

Was it over long so over due

No thought of me in my thought of you

Black mountain

Cool river runs

Oh, tonight I see it through

With no thought of self-ridicule

Was it over long so over due

No thought of me in my thought of you

Black mountain

Cool river runs

To the sea

And I could be no one but me

It’s true

You could be no one but you