Verse 1 The rooster crowed before daylight, Granddad’s porch caught morning light. Coffee boiled in a blackened pot, Lord, those little things meant a lot. Whippoorwills called from the ridge, Barefoot boys crossed the swinging bridge. Sunday’s best and calloused hands, Faith ran deeper than the mountain land. Chorus Back when the mountains raised the men, Instead of men remaking them. Back when the stars were bright enough, To show a boy what mattered most. We thought those hills would always stand, Like the Bible in Granddad’s hands. Funny how forever disappears… One little dollar at a time. Verse 2 Then the graders climbed the hill, Cutting roads where the maples filled. Glass and concrete reached the sky, Where hawks once learned the way to fly. Miss Sarah sold the family place, Couldn’t keep up with the rising rates. Mama sighed, then bowed her head, “Son… don’t forget what built this land.” Chorus Back when the mountains raised the men, Instead of men remaking them. Back when the stars were bright enough, To show a boy what mattered most. We thought those hills would always stand, Like the Bible in Granddad’s hands. Funny how forever disappears… One little dollar at a time. Bridge Years rolled by… I drove back home. The creek still sang over river stones. The wind still whispered through the pines. The mountains… Never moved. That’s when the truth found me. Final Verse It wasn’t the mountains. They were still standing. It wasn’t the creek. It still knew every bend. It wasn’t the old home place… It was us. We traded front porches… For privacy fences. Neighbors… For addresses. Enough… For just a little more. Then I heard Granddad’s voice… Like he’d never left. “Son… Nobody can buy a mountain… Until the people decide… It’s for sale.” Final Chorus Lord, let these mountains raise our kids, Like they once raised all of us. Teach our hearts that enough’s enough, Before there’s nothing left to love. ‘Cause heaven isn’t built with steel, It’s found in hearts that know what’s real. And maybe the last mountain standing… Is the one inside our souls. The one inside… Our souls.
