These are my mountains…

Do you remember the hand?
That shook the cradle
And drew the shape of Africa
And that land of America,
A Land of Hope and Glory.

Do you remember the hand?
That shook the cradle
And worked at the corner counter store
Making eyes at a man, you’d later call dad.
The man I aspired to for all my future needs.

These are my mountains
These simple aspirations are mine to climb
Mother in rags, I’ll climb
To reach the same peaks you reached
To give me the very best.

Do you remember the hand?
That shook the cradle
And drew the shape of Africa
And that land of America,
A Land of Hope and Glory.

So aspirations shore can be very far
To reach if you’re in a recessional hit harbor
Paddling with a pickaxe home
If you’re just a mountain miner who wants to dig for ore!
If you’re just a hillbilly orphan
Who just wants his mother’s apron still.

These are my mountains
These simple aspirations are mine to climb
O a mother in rags, I’ll climb
To reach the same peaks you reached
To give my own son the very best.