Oh, now that our mountain is growing
With people hungry for wealth,
How come it's you that's a-goin'
And I'm left alone by myself?
Once I had you and the wildwood.
Now it's just dusty roads,
And I can't help from blamin' your goin'
On the comin', the comin' of the roads.
Oh, look how they've cut all to pieces
Our ancient poplar and oak,
And the hillsides are stained with the greases
That burned up the heavens with smoke.
You used to curse the bold crewmen
Who stripped our earth of its ore.
Now you've changed and you've gone over to them,
And you've learned to love what you hated before.
Oh, once I thanked God for my treasure.
Now, like rust, it corrodes,
And I can't help from blamin' your goin'
On the comin', the comin' of the roads.
And I can't help from blamin' your goin'
On the comin', the comin' of the roads.
With people hungry for wealth,
How come it's you that's a-goin'
And I'm left alone by myself?
Once I had you and the wildwood.
Now it's just dusty roads,
And I can't help from blamin' your goin'
On the comin', the comin' of the roads.
Oh, look how they've cut all to pieces
Our ancient poplar and oak,
And the hillsides are stained with the greases
That burned up the heavens with smoke.
You used to curse the bold crewmen
Who stripped our earth of its ore.
Now you've changed and you've gone over to them,
And you've learned to love what you hated before.
Oh, once I thanked God for my treasure.
Now, like rust, it corrodes,
And I can't help from blamin' your goin'
On the comin', the comin' of the roads.
And I can't help from blamin' your goin'
On the comin', the comin' of the roads.
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