Tom Smith Stony Peak
Wouldst that I stood 'pon care-worn Stony Peak,
Below in the vales of Tennessee.
'Tis no pollution-filled smoke 'pon Stony Peak,
Nor scrolls from AT&T.
One cannot cultivate maize 'pon Stony Peak,
The stones cause farming to fail --
'Tis why the only grain 'pon Stony Peak
Is found in a tankard of ale.
Stony Peak!
I shall e'er regard
Thee as mine own backyard,
Noble, ancient Stony Peak,
Stony Peak of Midgard,
Stony Peak of Midgard.
Goin' up to Nifelheim, goin' for a stroll,
Goin' up to Nifelheim, kill a big troll.
Goin' up to Nifelheim, goin' in a skiff,
Goin' up to Nifelheim to see my Sif.
In times past, varlets hied yon Stony Peak,
Seeking the nectar of Odin,
Ne'er did those varlets descend Stony Peak,
Speaking of them is verboten.
In my youth, I loved, on Stony Peak,
A witch born of Ursa and Felis,
As weasel unchecked, as mead honey-flecked,
And my slumber is yet haunted by this Venus.
Stony Peak!
I shall e'er regard
Thee as mine own backyard,
Noble, ancient Stony Peak,
Stony Peak of Midgard,
Stony Peak of Midgard.
Stony Peak of Midgard.
