At the bottom of Green Mountain William Deacon stands and stares into the rain
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With coal grey eyes yellow teeth and a face that shows the strain
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Of his fight against the people who would cut Green Mountain down
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To paid away for what they say is a short cut in the town
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Their sugar and the gas tanks of the dosers and the graters and mud
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The grits they finished yesterday was washed away by last night's ragin' flood
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And the dam went out with dynamite strollin's from the work through shack
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But the coal grey eyes of William Deacon never once looked back
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They're gonna move Green Mountain he can't stand in the way
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But William Deacon swears Green Mountain's gonna stay
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They're gonna move Green Mountain at least that's what they say
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But there he stands lookin' twice as big as he did yesterday
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For hundred years and more the Deacon Clan has planned Green Mountain as dear home
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But the highway department don't have the sence to leave well enough alone
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Witn an iron hand he raised ten kids and taught 'em right from wrong
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And then trouble come the Deacon Clan can be mighty bight and strong
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They carried William Deacon's body down from old Green Mountain yesterday
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He was crashed by a rollin' grabble truck when he stepped out into the way
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The forman round then said well now the work can start again
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But he forgot the family pride of all the Deacon Clan
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They're gonna move Green Mountain...
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Green Mountain
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| Claude King |
