Mountains of Mexico

Phil PetersonI'm going away to leave you, you said I'm going down that road

To see what I'll see you, see what I've never known

And one things resting on my mind,

You said I'm off to see what I wonder I'll find

I'll be in the mountains of MexicoSaid I see smiling faces, off on farther down the road

There all in their places, each with a heavy load

Seemed like just good people tarnished by the sun

They all seemed to be living as one

Up in those mountains of MexicoAs the road winds onward, twists through unchanging lands

We look for Mr. Cancer, all we see is those tiny hands

And offer us sparkling rocks for bread

We just stopped and shared with the children what we had

Up in those mountains of Mexico