I'm one of the few Proud to be standing I walked up the pier From the tall ships a-landing My clothes were just rags No good in this weather But my back it was strong My hands, tough as leather I climbed up these hills Til 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 For a mountaineer is always free ♪ I took a Cherokee bride She gave me five babies I sang at the wakes And I cried at the weddings I Raised all my children The songs of my youth To dance to the fiddle And practice the truth I carried them upon 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 For a mountaineer is always free ♪ No kings or landlords To treat us like beggars and thieves There's no one but God here to fear Or to look look down on me No more a wanderer No more a refugee For a mountaineer is always free