I'll pack my grip for a farewell trip Kiss Susie Jane goodbye at the fountain I'm going, said I, to the land of the sky Away out on the mountain
Where the wild sheep grows and the buffalo lows And the squirrels are so many you can't count them Then I'll make love to some turtle dove Way out on the mountain
When the north winds blow and we're gonna have snow And the rain and the hail comes bouncing I'll wrap myself in a grizzly bear coat Away out on the mountain
Where the snakes are vile and the zebras' wild And the beavers paddle on walking canes Then I'll send my boots with a buffalo hide Away out on the mountain
Where the whippoorwills sing me to sleep at night And the eagle roosts on the rocks of spontan I;ll feast on the meat and the honey so sweet Way out on the mountainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
