High on the mountain She lies with a Colt Her hands are as black As they're calloused and cold She wakes in the morning Puts it all on the line Cause living ain't easy But it's better than dying And it's oh oh Oh oh Her heart still is bitter It holds ice through the spring Her man died last winter When the cold winds came No grave could be had For the ground was froze She left him outside To be picked clean by crows And it's oh oh Oh oh It was late in the spring When she dug his grave deep At the foot of the mountain In a glade of birch trees Winter may come And winter may thaw They'll be water and blood From manitou's walls They'll be water and blood From manitou's walls And it's oh oh Oh oh