The Mountain

Last March we enjoyed listening to Tracy Grammer, and one of her stories about her soul mate Dave Carter was listening to his hero, Joan Baez sing his song, The Mountain.. I did my usual search on iTunes to find Joan's cover but to no avail. So why don't you all email Joan to get it released

PERSONAL BUSINESS OFFICE
(Nancy Lutzow)
Diamonds & Rust Productions
P.O. Box 1026
Menlo Park, CA 94026
Tel: (650) 328-0266
Fax: (650) 328-0845
EMail: jbwebpages@aol.com

or yell the request to her August 7th at the Big Top. Don't try to get tickets they are already sold out.

Until then enjoy Tracy sing the song:



Here are the lyrics to The Mountain :
I was born in a forked-tongued story,
raised up by merchants and drugstore liars.
Now I walk on the paths of glory,
one foot in ice, one in fire.

I see the mountain, the mountain comes to me,
I see the mountain and that is all I see.

Some poor prophet comes, some find solace,
some lay him down in a junkyard bay.
Some will chase us and some will call us,
gone, gone, gone in a day.

gone to the mountain, the mountain comes to me,
i see the mountain and that is all I see.

Miller take me and miller grind me,
scatter by bones on the wild green tide.
Maybe some roving bird will find me,
over the water we'll ride.

over the mountain, the mountain comes to me,
I see the mountain and that is all I see.

Some build temples and some find altars,
some come in tall hats and robes spun fine.
Some in rags, some in gemstone halters,
some push the pegs back in line.

I see the mountain, the mountain comes to me,
I see the mountain and that is all I see.