Brothers of the Mountain - LANKS

There were three young brothers

Who hailed from yonder east

They’d cross the hills of red gums trees

And ride their demon beasts

They knew the trails and read them

Like the back of their hand

Waiting for a wanderer

To idly cross their land

Every time they’d find them

They’d tie them to this tree

Brothers of the mountain

From yonder to the sea

Along the tracks they’d speed

Dust flew up at their heels

Their lips curled up with malice

Their eyes lit up with greed

Till finally a horse came rolling

Across a sunburnt plain

And almost reached their forest

Before turning back again

Every time they’d find em

They’d tie them to this tree

Brothers of the mountain

From yonder to the sea

He jumped from his horse, and he lifted his hands

And he threw all his gold toward the trees

The brothers leapt out and they fought for the spoils

And the wanderer crept on his knees

They finally came to their senses

When their stomachs started to ache

Their possessions were gone and a note that was left

Told them that the gold had been fake

Every time they’d find em

They’d tie them to this tree

Brothers of the mountain

From yonder to the sea