The mountain shepherd boy am I; See, all the castles 'neath me lie; The bright sun's earliest beams I see, And longest tarry they with me; I am the boy of the mountain.
The mountain stream has here its head, I drink it fresh from its stony bed, As it leaves the rock in its headlong course, I bar it with my arm across; I am the boy of the mountain.
The mountain stream has here its head, I drink it fresh from its stony bed, As it leaves the rock in its headlong course, I bar it with my arm across; I am the boy of the mountain.
The mountain is my own domain, The tempests round me rage in vain; Though winds may roar from south to north, Above them all my song peals forth; I am the boy of the mountain.
When thunder clouds below me lie I stand beneath the clear blue sky; I know them all and breathe the prayer— My father's home in mercy spare— I am the boy of the mountain.
But when the alarm bell's notes resound And signals light the mountains round, Then down I go and join the throng, And swing my sword and sing my song; I am the boy of the mountain.
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The Song of the Mountain Boy
Robert Tilney
Author of original: Ludwig Uhland 1787-1862
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Graphic - Martin Johnson Heade 1819-1904
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