It was daybreak one morning
When I saw my mountain high
So beautiful it was
That it nearly made me cry
The red was deep as crimson
Like the color of my ground
Nothing else compares to it
This special place I found
It taunted and it called to me
So I walked over to its base
Huge it was and awesome
It took up a daunting space
I could hear the coyotes calling
It was a mournful kind of sound
It cut the silence sharply
There was no one else around
There is nothing quite as peaceful
Neither a lake nor splashing fountain
Not a single thing can compare to
My beautiful Red Dirt Mountain!
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