Mike Scott - The Man On The Mountain lyrics

Ask the man on the mountain Which way to run Whichever you choose Will be the right one 'Twas a prince of an evening And the moon hung low I was feeling like Mordred When he struck the last blow My sword hung poised At the High King's throat He begged for no mercy But sang as he spoke : Ask the man on the mountain Which way to run Whichever you choose Will be the right one Twelve crooked jurors Snuck in for the k**