Tim O'brien - Free again lyrics

I'm one of the few, I'm proud to be standing I walked up the pier from the coffin ships landing My clothes were just rags, no use for this weather But my back was strong, my hands tough as leather I climbed up these hills till I came to the spot where I stand I cleared these fields and I pulled up the stumps with my hands No more a wanderer, no more a refugee A mountaineer is always free Took a Cherokee bride, she gave me five babies And I sang at the wakes, I cried at the weddings I taught all my children the songs of my youth To dance to the fiddle and practice the truth I carried them up on my shoulders to where they could see The whole world before them just so they would know what it means No more a wanderer, no more a refugee A mountaineer is always free No kings, no landlords to treat us like beggars and thieves No one but God here to fear or to look down on me No more a wanderer, no more a refugee A mountaineer is always free No more a wanderer, no more a refugee A mountaineer is always free