The first snow comes from the mountains And the cold consumes my soul Chop the last wood of the season To keep my bones and spirit warm I hear dogs in the distance barking Hunting under the midnight moon The winter wind blows through the doorway Bringin' in this familiar friend In the faint light of a lantern He persists to watch my shadow fade He won't dry the lonely tears I'm crying He's not here for a warm embrace You've gotta listen deep and listen closely Wise words won't fall like the rain When he'll be gone come morning I've to carry on its another day I'm a man of the mountain I'm a man all by myself I'm a man of the mountain A Mountain man is what I am