Old and thin
The cold bitter winds
Oh
You are mighty
Heavy on my arms
The weight of your world
Shredded skin
My trembling finger tips
Oh
You are mighty
Though weak and sick
I'll hold you again, my only friend
I'm turning back and forth
The ice overhead
I feel the rock
As it cuts through my hands
Me and the mountain, is this it?
Me and the mountain, is this it?