Lyrics:
Oh, the hills on the border'Bout this time of the yearWhen the mists seem to gatherIn the valley of your fearsAnd you walk through that valleyAs day turns to nightIs there something in the shadowsOr the failing of the light?I was walking home last eveningWhen perhaps I should have ranFrom a darkening of shadowsIn the shape of a manIt said, 'Talk to me, strangerOr may I call you brother?Let us make our way togetherFrom this place to anotherI don't carry any weaponI don't carry any staffBut I'll carry half your burdenTill your journey's cut in halfLet me share of your burdenThe lifetime you will carveAnd the gravestone that you carryWill be a burden halved'He sat down by the roadsideAs the mists they gathered 'roundTakes some cards from his pocketThat he spreads upon the groundHe said, 'This card is a womanYou will love but not possessAnd this card's a man you'll murderBut you'll never confessI don't carry any weaponI don't carry any staffBut I'll carry half your burdenTill your journey's cut in halfLet me share of your burdenThis lifetime you will carveAnd the gravestone that you carryWill be a burden halved'I said, 'Why should I trust you?Or the cards that you have thrown?I don't know you from the DevilAnd this burden is my own'He said, 'I have the gift of secretsFrom our Father, little brotherLet us make our way togetherFrom this world to another'Oh, the hills on the border'Bout this time of the yearWhen the mists seem to gatherIn the valley of your fearsAnd you walk through that valleyYour coat around your earsAs you walk to the bordersFrom the valley of your fearsAs you walk to the bordersFrom the valley of your fearsAs you walk to the bordersFrom the valley of your fears