I don't want to hear about
misery and I don't want to hear you cry
And I don't want to hear about rainy days
And I don't want to hear you sigh
Don't tell me about yes terday,
it's gone and won't be back
And I don't want to hear about the misery,
cause the blues are all back
Come on, show me your mountain
And I will help you climb
Well, don't tell me about life,
it's hard and the way it beats you down.
And don't tell me about the factories
that blacken up your town.
And don't tell me about the son you lost,
the one that went to war.
And I don't want to hear about misery,
I won't listen anymore, come on now.
Mountain, and I will help you climb
So take my hand and come along,
stand on your own two feet
Life is just a dusty road,
And just in case you didn't hear,
I'll say it one more time.
Well, I don't want to hear about misery.
I'm just going to help you climb.
and I will help you climb.
and I will help you climb
Thank you very much indeed.
You've a wonderful audience.
