Snider Mountain Doug Folkins 2011 ©

There’s an old farm house with the field so wide
It’s cold out here but it’s warm inside
In Grandmother’s kitchen or Granddaddy’s barn
The days of my youth were spent on that farm

To the cities and the jobs in the west I roam
But Snider Mountain keeps calling me home
And when it’s time to lay me down
Bury my bones in Snider Mountain ground
You can bury my bones in Snider Mountain ground

There are cattle back in the old Steen field
The gooseberries ripe this time of year
With hay to bale and rocks to pick
Weeds to pull and fences to fix

I learned how to work and I learned respect
What it takes to be a man
To put my faith in family
I learned to love that land
I can close my eyes and be there anytime

There’s an old farm house with the field so wide
It’s windy out there but it’s warm inside
Fresh bread in the oven of the old wood stove
In the kitchen where the legends and the stories are told