Deep in the hills, lives a lone mountain man,
who is one with the earth, as in God's holy plan;
He stands upright and tall, steadfast and strong
as the mountain he lives in, where he does belong.
His breath whispers a psalm, in the cool morning breeze,
His footfalls are chanting, a hymn with the trees;
His hands tends the earth, gently with care,
His laughter is hearty, each smile is his prayer.
On dark stormy days, when skies turn dull grey,
the earth starts to tremble, in a terrible way,
Wind blow with violence, rain will resound;
Yet the man in the mountain, still holds his ground.
He knows he'll endure, he is part of God's plan,
My son, grow to be, a mountain of a man...
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