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Mountain Morning (Mountain Morning 3) - Conrad Mortiss
Sun climbs slow
On the frosted mountain line
Wind whispers sharp like a mountain side
A day begins where the wild lives
That is the start of day
In the wild of the west
Kindle the fire, let it glow, let it glow
Heat my hands from the cold
Old beans crackle in a pot real slow
Bacon sizzles and the coffee brews
Mountain mornings cure the blues
Of the cold night's woos
This place is the best
Out here in the west
Fingers numb, but the heart's alive
Beating strong, beating well
Breathe the cool air in
Feel the world revive
From the darkness of the night
Kindle the fire, let it glow, let it glow
Heat my hands from the cold
Old beans crackle in a pot real slow
Bacon sizzles and the coffee brews
Mountain mornings cure the blues
Of the cold night's woos
This place is the best
Out here in the west
Snow cap peaks wearing their silver crowns
In the morning rays so bright
Chill bites deep like glass
The sky's a canvas
With a golden hue
Kindle the fire, let it glow, let it glow
Heat my hands from the cold
Old beans crackle in a pot real slow
Bacon sizzles and the coffee brews
Mountain mornings cure the blues
Of the cold night's woos
This place is the best
Out here in the west
Smoke rises to a cobalt sky
An eagle screams sharp as it glides by
Saying goodbye to the night
The quietness can be heard
When standing still
Out here in the wild of the west
This is the magic nothing else can fill
There is no comparison to what can be found here
My dear
Kindle the fire, let it glow, let it glow
Heat my hands from the cold
Old beans crackle in a pot real slow
Bacon sizzles and the coffee brews
Mountain mornings cure the blues
Of the cold night's woos
This place is the best
Out here in the west
