I have come o'er yonder mountain
For to find those that are my own
Yet I stand here, stand here before you
Like a stranger far from home
Oh, my father, he was a miner
Now his comrades, they dig his bones
And he left me, when he left me,
Like a stranger far from home
I have worked for the rich and famous
Courted their daughters by candlelight
But there ne'er was one who could snare me
The train I left on was dead-of-night
There are those who sought to chain me
To the pillars of their greed
But the gift God laid inside me
Finally brought them to their knees
I have traveled the broken highway
Seen the foibles of weaker men
Yet I stand here, stand here defiant
On the road back home again
When I watch my final sunset
I will know that I've been true
And the sacred roaring fire
In my soul I leave to you
So I've told you the endless story
Of the men who once were me
You may laugh and turn to hide it
But at least I still am free
I have come o'er yonder mountain
For to find those that are my own
Yet I stand here, stand here before you
Like a stranger far from home
Yet I stand here, stand here before you
Like a stranger far from home