Key: E
Introduction: Em D C Em
G D
I was born in a forked-tongued story
Em D Am Em
Raised up by merchants and drugstore liars
G D
Now I walk on the paths of glory
Em D Em G C
One foot in ice and one in fire
D C D Em D C Em C
I see the mountain, the mountain come to me
D C D Em D C Em C
I see the mountain and that is all I see
G D
Some poor prophet comes, some find solace
Em D Am Em
Some lay him down in a junkyard bay
G D
Some will chase us and some will call us
Em D Em G C
Gone, gone, gone in a day
D C D Em D C Em C
Gone to the mountain, the mountain come to me
D C D Em D C Em C
I see the mountain and that is all I see
Em D G Am Em D G Am Em D G D Em D Em
G D
Miller take me and miller grind me
Em D Am Em
Scatter my bones on the wild green tide
G D
Maybe some roving bird will find me
Em D Em G C
Over the water we'll ride
D C D Em D C Em C
Over the mountain, the mountain come to me
D C D Em D C Em C
I see the mountain and that is all I see
G D
Some build temples and some find altars
Em D Am Em
Some come in tall hats and robes spun fine
G D
Some in rags, some in gemstone halters
Em D Em G C
Some push the pegs back in line
D C D Em D C Em C
I see the mountain, the mountain come to me
D C D Em D C Em C
I see the mountain and that is all I see