The Foggy Mountain

Eric Hartline-US PRESSWIRE

I challenge any of you to record yourself singing the full song, and post a video!

To give us hope for next year, I wrote a little song.

You can find the original, and the tune here.

The Foggy Mountain
Far over the foggy mountain cold,
To dugouts deep, and clubhouse old,
We must away, into the fray,
To win it for our green and gold.
The teams of yore made mighty tells,
While batters fell, like ringing bells,
by players lore, with crowds that roar,
In hollow halls, from which they dwell
For ancient fan and owner old,
There many a win of Green and Gold,
Their passion won, and for their son,
Many a trophy they would hold.
On golden pennants that were strung,
The swinging bats, with rings they won.
The ball that curve, the bat that twirl,
To the delight of old and young.
Far over the foggy mountain cold,
To dugouts deep, and clubhouse old,
We must away, into the fray,
To win it for our green and gold.
Pennants they took there for themsevles
In green and gold, where few fans dwell
There play they long, and many a won,
Was only heard by fans and self
The pines were roaring on the heights,
The fans were moaning in the night,
The fastballs spread, it's spinning threads,
The field flooded, and blazed with light
The balls were ringing with the gale,
And men looked up with faces pale,
The home umpire, in black attire,
Laid low their hopes, and fortunes frail.
The mountain loomed beneath the moon,
The players heard the growl of doom,
The flying ball, which die and fall,
Beneath the tarps, beneath their runes.
Far over the foggy mountain grim,
To dugouts deep, and lights dim,
We must away, into the fray,
To win our rings away from them!
The wind withered as they bequeath,
But on the field stirred no leaf,
There shadows lay be night or day,
And all left was their greif,
The wind came down from mountain cold,
And like a tide they roared and scored.
The players groaned, the bleachers moaned,
And October left, absent of gold
The wind went on from West to East;
All movement on the field ceased.
But shrill and harsh, despite the charge,
Their playoff hopes were deceased.
The grasses hissed, their tassels bent,
The bats were rattling--on it went.
O'er Charlie's mule, under heavens cruel,
The pitching staff were torn and rent.
It passed the Lonely Mountain bare,
And swept above the Raider's lair:
In their former park, lay blackhole dark,
And flying smoke was in the air.
They took on the world, on chilly nights,
And watched the world on sea of bytes,
The tickets for sale, to grab the grail
And stars were fanned to left and right.
Under the Mountain dark and tall,
The team has come unto it's hall!
Their foe is dead, the Tigers of dread,
And ever so their foes shall fall!
The slider's sharp, the curve is long,
The runner swift, the swing is strong.
The heart is bold that dons the Gold,
The team no more shall suffer wrong.
The teams of yore made mighty tales,
While batters fell like ringing bells,
Players of lore, with crowds that roar,
In hollow halls, from which they dwell
On golden pennants that they strung,
The light of stars, with rings they won.
The ball that curved, from arm that hurled,
The melody of drums they thrum
The mountain throne once more is freed!
O! Wandering folk, the summons heed!
Come haste! Come haste! Retake our place!
The team of friend and kin has need.
Now call we over the mountains cold,
Come back unto the coliseum old!'
Here at the gates the team awaits,
They stand here donned with green and gold.
The team has come unto their hall
Under the Mountain dark and tall.
The Tigers of dread are slain and dead,
And ever so our foes shall fall!
Farewell we call to hearth and hall!
Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
We must away, into the fray,
Far O'r the bay and mountain tall.
To Cooperstown, and Triple Crown,
We will not take this lying down,
Through pennant race, the world we chase,
And whither then we know not how.
With foes ahead, behind us dread,
Beneath the sky we strive ahead,
Until at last our toil be passed,
Our journey done, our pennant sped.
We must away! We must away!
We fly forward, take no off day.
We must away! We must away!
We fly forward, take no off day.
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