Verse 1 Old Joe climbs where the snow meets the sky, Alone with the wind and the clouds drifting by. Rocks underfoot, cold in his bones, The mountain his kingdom, the silence his own. Verse 2 He watches the valleys, the rivers, the pine, The sun paints gold where the shadows entwine. Years have grown heavy, his steps start to slow, The paths that once soared are too steep to go. Chorus Oh mountain, oh mountain, I love you so, But my legs are weary, my pace is slow. The peaks call my heart, the snow calls my soul, Yet I must descend, relinquish control. Verse 3 Step by step down the winding trail, Each breath a struggle, each moment frail. The forests whisper, the cold bites his cheek, He mourns the heights that he can no longer seek. Verse 4 But at the bottom where the path meets the trees, A small voice calls him through the gentle breeze. “Hi Grandpa,” the boy says, arms open wide, Old Joe drops to his knees, tears in his eyes. Chorus Oh mountain, oh mountain, I leave you behind, Yet in this embrace, a new strength I find. The peaks still call, but love calls louder still, A heart that beats again, a spirit to fill. Bridge The solitude, the cold, the endless sky, Will always live in memory’s eye. But sometimes the climb ends not in despair, But in the warmth of someone who cares. Final Chorus Oh mountain, oh mountain, I’ll come back someday, But for now, I’ll follow where love lights the way. Old Joe’s heart rises, stronger than snow, For in his grandson’s hug, life’s rivers flow. Outro (soft guitar/strings) The mountain waits, silent and true, But the heart has returned, and hope is new.
