It's cold on the mountain Its cold in the wood My life is a fountain It's all in my blood I go down to the river I'll never sleep till im gone Its cold on the mountain I could not leave you alone I am a messenger This is my prophecy Im goin back To the Black Country I speak for the million From city to shire We come from the heartland We walk thru the fire We rise to the measure The line in the sand Its cold on the mountain And this is our land I am a messenger This is my prophecy Im goin back To the Black Country
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