Coming Of The Road Lyrics

Coming Of The Road

Now that our mountain is growing
With people hungry for wealth
How come it's you that's a going
And I'm left alone by myself
We used to haunt the cool cabin
Deep in our forest so green
Then came the road and the tavern
And you found a new love it seems


Once I had you in the wild woods
Now it's just dusty roads
And I can't help from blaming you going
To the coming, the coming of the road

Look how they cut us to pieces
Our ancient poplar and oak
The hillside it's stained with the greases
That burns up the heavens with smoke
You used to curse the bold crewmen
That stripped our land of its ore
Now you've changed and you've gone over to them
And you've learnt to love what you hated before

Once I thank God for my treasure
Now it's just dusty roads
And I can't help from blaming you going
To the coming, the coming of the road