A Mountaineer Is Always Free

I'm one of the few, I'm proud to be standing
I walked up the pier from the coffin ships landing
My clothes were just rags, no use for this weather
But my back was strong, my hands tough as leatherI climbed up these hills till I came to the spot where I stand
I cleared these fields and I pulled up the stumps with my hands
No more a wanderer, no more a refugee
A mountaineer is always freeTook a Cherokee bride, she gave me five babies
And I sang at the wakes, I cried at the weddings
I taught all my children the songs of my youth
To dance to the fiddle and practice the truthI carried them up on my shoulders to where they could see
The whole world before them just so they would know what it means
No more a wanderer, no more a refugee
A mountaineer is always freeNo kings, no landlords to treat us like beggars and thieves
No one but God here to fear or to look down on me
No more a wanderer, no more a refugee
A mountaineer is always freeNo more a wanderer, no more a refugee
A mountaineer is always free