Cold Mountain Calls Me Home

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oh-oh-oh >> Ashes rise from the red clay road

Cannon smoke still stains the dawn I stitch my doubts with makeshift thread

But the hum of her name drives me on Thunder on the highlands,

ghosts in the pine Yet over the drums of war I hear

her lie I'm coming home, Cold Mountain Through fire, through rain,

through pain Keep the light in the window burning Love will cut

the chain Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Across the fields