Album: Death on the Mountain
(Johnson)

Spring is the season when things grow
I’ll die on my knees in a shady grove
Wake up and fight, and sing your song
I’ll die on the mountain or I’ll die too young

We’ll die for this, we’ll die for that
Pretty soon there won’t be nothing left

The president is sworn in, repeats an old oath
I’ll wake up in the morning or I’ll wake up all alone
Find me a woman can make a good wife
I’ll give her anything, including my own life

We’ll die for this, we’ll die for that
Pretty soon there won’t be nothing left
We’ll die for this, we’ll die for that

When fall comes up us things begin to die
I’ll learn you the word of God and I’ll tell you countless lies
The preacher says a prayer, puts on his old robe
I’ll learn you how to love your friends or conquer all your foes

We’ll die for this, we’ll die for that
Pretty soon there won’t be nothing left
We’ll die for this, we’ll die for that
Pretty soon there won’t be nothing left