They Live At The Foot Of A Mountain Poem by Joe Hughes

They live at the foot of a mountain
Midst rivers where waterfalls roar,
But behind their house blinds
There are terrors you'll find
Where Johnny slyly mixes then scores.

They live at the foot of a mountain
Where eagles fly high, oh! so free
But granny's drunken dementia
Is an unwelcome adventure
With no scotch but a large cup of tea.

They live at the foot of a mountain
With slow grazing sheep on the hill.
Lots of visitors in summer,
Much depression in winter.
Thank God for those quick acting pills.

They live at the foot of a mountain
Where their days are routine, oh! so dull.
They've decided to move,
To get in the groove
Where they'll all live their lives to the full.

Now they live at the foot of a tower block.
One of dozens, yes one of a stack,
Where they long for those hills
With their sweet shaded rills
But for them there'll be no turning back!