It's cold on the Mountain
It's cold in the Wood
My life is a Fountain
It's all in my Blood 

I go down to the River
I'll never sleep 'til I'm Gone
It's cold on the Mountain
I could not leave you alone 

I am a Messenger
This is my Prophecy
I'm goin' back
To The Black Country 

I speak for the Million
From City to Shire [bad word] from the heartland
We walk [bad word] the fire 

We rise to the measure
The line in the Sand
It's cold on the Mountain
And this is our Land 

I am a Messenger
This is my Prophecy
I'm goin' back
To The Black Country