Wild Mountain Honey

Wild Mountain Honey
copywrite: Donald M. Nivens Jr. 2013 (BMI)

Like a resin in the clover
The sour wood will pour
A wild mountain honey, into your soul
Autumns leaves begin to dwindle
And there’s just a hint of snow
And deep within the forest,
The wind song blows

In the passage where the eagles fly
On a narrow winding road,
Hear the rustle of the leaves that fly,
Like dancers in the snow
It’s where the wild mountain honey grows

And winter brings a silence
The distance seems so near
Valiant streams with their weeping rocks,
Have frozen tears
High above the passage,
The sky begins to gray
And the prism ring around the moon begins to fade

Oh the howling of the great divide
And the wrath that it does blow
Hear the rustle of the leaves that fly
Like dancers in the snow
It’s where the wild mountain honey grows,
It’s where the wild mountain honey grows,
It’s where the wild mountain honey grows