Jeremiah Johnson from Vincent Grace by Vincent Grace

My name is Jeremiah Johnson.
There´s nothing I can do here.
Cause I lost all I had and now I´ve no fear.
I´m a mountain man.
I don´t fear ghostly tales.
I´m riding to the west trails.
Leaving the plains as fast as I can.
Nobody knows where I was born,
sure I never saw such a pretty morn.
Where Trees tend to embrace nearer,
Where the mountains look in the mirror.
“Crows” carried my sweet “Swan”.
And also my poor Caleb dying.
And I won´t be crying.
´Till my thirst for revenge has gone.
Nobody knows where I was born,
sure I never saw such a pretty morn.
Where Trees tend to embrace nearer,
Where the mountains look in the mirror.
My name became famous among the crows,
And they flap when my name blows.
For the true reason no one knows,
´cause I´m wandering faraway in the winds´ flow.
Where Trees tend to embrace nearer,
Where the mountains look in the mirror.

• Country
• Emotive Folk
• Folk
• dark folk
• indie folk
• melancholy