Intro: Em D C Em G D I was born in a forked-tongued story Em D Am Em Raised up by merchants and drugstore liars G D Now I walk on the paths of glory Em D Em G C One foot in ice and one in fireG D Some poor prophet comes, some find solace Em D Am Em Some lay him down in a junkyard bay G D Some will chase us and some will call us Em D Em G C Gone, gone, gone in a dayD C D Em D C Em C I see the mountain, the mountain come to me D C D Em D C Em C I see the mountain and that is all I seeInstrumental: Em D G Am Em D G Am Em D G D Em D Em G D Miller take me and miller grind me Em D Am Em Scatter my bones on the wild green tide G D Maybe some roving bird will find me Em D Em G C Over the water we'll rideD C D Em D C Em C Gone to the mountain, the mountain come to me D C D Em D C Em C I see the mountain and that is all I seeG D Some build temples and some find altars Em D Am Em Some come in tall hats and robes spun fine G D Some in rags, some in gemstone halters Em D Em G C Some push the pegs back in lineD C D Em D C Em C Over the mountain, the mountain come to me D C D Em D C Em C I see the mountain and that is all I seeD C D Em D C Em C I see the mountain, the mountain come to me D C D Em D C Em C I see the mountain and that is all I see