The Treasure
High on the mountain in a foggy mist
He buried his treasure one night
He laid it down in the cold dark ground
Beneath a moon that shined so bright
A tree is where he placed his X
To mark where his treasure lay
A mountain man who lived off the land
A place he was destined to stay
All alone just him and his treasure
It had been that way for thirty-five years
But late at night by dim candle light
He would often be brought to tears
Each day he would check on his treasure
Beneath that lonesome oak tree
In an old wooden box then cover with rocks
For all who passed by would see
He cherished his treasure that only God gives
And he would, for the rest of his life
Until one day the man passed away
And was buried beside his treasure, his wife
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