Ree-ding’s Mountain Library

Up where the pine trees meet the snow

A stone cottage stands in the evening glow

And inside the doorway,

keeping out the cold

Is a keeper of stories

a thousand years old

He sweeps the dust off a heavy leather spine

And pours out two cups of sweet elderberry wine

Oh,

up on the ridge where the cold winds blow Lives old Ree-Ding,

keeping the woodfire aglow

With shelves of leather and pages of gold He guards every tale

that the world has ever told (mmmmm)

He knows every traveler who climbs the steep trail

Looking for comfort or an ancient lost tale

He says, 'Come

sit by the hearth,

rest your weary bones These pages are stronger than the mountain's cold

stones' (yeah)

Oh,

up on the ridge where the cold winds blow Lives old Ree-Ding,

keeping the woodfire aglow With shelves of leather and pages of gold

He guards every tale that the world has ever told (ohhh yeah)

Just a lantern in the high high dark

Where the stories find their spark

Goodnight, Ree-Ding (goodnight)