High Mountain Rising

The whole town smelled like tobacco and she couldn’t wait to leave
She wasn’t used to all the people and the traffic in the streets
Had to go where life meant something up a long and lonely way
To listen to the wind and watch the seasons slip away

On a high mountain rising
High mountain rising
High mountain rising alone

She was a midwife and a healer and people knew her name
Whenever they sent for her they knew she always came
She gathered foxglove in the springtime dug ginseng in the snow
She knew the ways of healing a doctor wouldn’t know

On a high mountain rising
High mountain rising
High mountain rising alone

She walked a little more bent over with each and every year
She knew what lay ahead but it didn’t bring her fear
One day in late September a trapper found her cabin bare
They searched all along the ridge line but they never found her there

On a high mountain rising
High mountain rising
High mountain rising alone
On a high mountain rising
High mountain rising
High mountain rising alone