I have been chained to the land I am from Destined to work all my days Still you ask me to give all my blood and my bones Just to pray to your beautiful ways But I can not be yours There's blood, sweat, and tears in these fields I have toiled Mountain sing your song And call your children home I can remember a time before time, When Giants they walk through the land But these places I've known and these faces have grown All withered and beaten by sand But I can not be yours There's blood, sweat, and tears in these fields I have toiled Mountain sing your song And call your children home I was a king fallen from grace, Cast from the Mountain at night Now I'm a poor man, dreaming of birds Wishing that I could take flight But I can not be yours There's blood, sweat, and tears in these fields I have toiled Mountain sing your song And call your children home Oh, I can not be yours There's blood, sweat, and tears in these fields I have toiled Mountain sing your song And call your children home