These mist covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you'll no longer burn To be brothers in arms Through these fields of destruction

Just to find me a home right now in your heart Don't you know I got to find me a home Right now in your heart I'll travel over miles and down the highways, babe Through the valleys every byway I'll bring you to the music, refueling Everything you want to

And ain't it crazy, crazy, she happened to me? She calls me baby, baby, hard to believe That she's, yea she's with me Ain't she amazing, amazing, out of my league? Top of the mountain and all the way down When I'm lost and when I'm found In the day, in

Ring them bells ye heathen from the city that dreams Ring them bells from the sanctuaries cross the valleys and streams For they're deep and they're wide And the world is on its side And time is running backwards And so is the bride Ring them bells Saint

How green, how green was my valley? To be told of such hills To be held in such spots To behold such warmth Call to arms these harmonies! And in happy agony we sing Oh, your deeps and your shades Where the wild roses pray Such heat from pride

The Hamilton Mixtape Valley Forge, winter 1778 Thomas Paine "These are the times that try men's souls The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will In this crisis, shrink from the service of their country But he that stands by it now Deserves the love

Feel your breath on the back of my neck. Where have I, Come to be? That's left for me. I wish that I was still there. I wanna keep on breathing. Head down running from the beast. Break neck speeding, taken down on my birth.

I will stand by you Now I can't carry the world on my shoulders This I know is true Know that I will stand by you I will never back down from a good fair fight I will find my way through the darkest night No, I'll never feel wrong for doing what's right

Over hills and valleys too Don't let them fool you Jah free the people Don't believe one minute, they don't like you Don't believe for a minute that they are with you Only Rasta free the people A who free the people It hard, it hard, it hard (let them

I'm still gonna be the reckless wheel that kicks up all that gravel I can feel the roots underneath these boots when I walk the road less traveled I'm still the son of the back in them good old days Yeah, what you see is what you get, no matter what