Every day is a gamble
If you're even gonna make it through
When you live on the side of the mountain
And the babies all need food

As a youngest one among us
I got sick and would not eat
Daddy prayed accept this fate
But Mama would not heed

My Daddy warned against it
Said you may not make it through
Mama wrapped me in her arms
Crying what else can I do

There is a place across the mountaintop
Across the mountainside
Say there is a doctor there
Might save our baby's life

Now I stand upon the mountaintop
Before my mother's grave
And every year I visit here
To thank her for that day