Mystery Mountain - Peter Stone Brown

    Mystery mountain, won't you take me in
    There's no place left to hide
    You cast your spell when I was child
    I'm crossin' to the other side
    Seen violence of the heart and violence of the mind
    Violence of the soul and there is not much time
    To feel the shelter of your trees
    Won't you take me please?

    Mystery mountain, there's not much to tell
    Just survival on this earth
    See your dreams twisted and you try to resist it
    And forget what it's all worth
    That old fool killer story haunts me once again
    The old scissors grinder's just around the bend He's waiting there for me
    A still wind's in the breeze

    Mystery mountain, I can still smell your pines
    From that summer far away
    Long before I crossed the unseen line
    To a place I couldn't stay
    I made some mistakes, but I have no regrets
    I'll take whatever's comin', but I won't take any bets
    I'm in the tightest squeeze
    With only one to please

    copyright Peter Stone Brown (Lawn Writer Music, ASCAP)


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