Writing

It feels good to be writing again
 Clear water flows from my pen
 And it sure feels good to be writing again
 I'm stuck in the high rapids' edge, night closes in
 It feels good to be singing again
 Yeah, it sure feels good to be singing again
 From the mountain and the mountain within
 Music came down from the mountain
 And she danced with all the men
 Yeah, she danced with all the men
 Yeah, music came down from the mountain
 And she danced with all the men
 We lined up with our hearts waiting to grow
 Sometimes I have to wonder on
 Where have all the good songs gone?
 Yeah, sometimes I have to wonder on
 Where have all the good songs gone?
 Where have they gone?
 Writing mountain music, yeah
 Writing mountain music