Winter mornings they're cold With luck, the sun does show Flowers don't grow But oh how it snows, oh and how it snows Oh mountains so dear, tops unclear If those hills could speak they'd give me chills Life is hard, work is hard Your 30 year old hands, oh They're hard And you, you do what you do For those who came before you To those Mountains so dear, tops unclear You would save them if you lived here Oh if you lived here, if you belonged here And you, you do what you do For those who came before you