The Dead South - Matterhorn

We started out from Bern one sunny August morn
There was just the four of us against the Matterhorn
There was Albert the Australian and John the Irishman
Me and Bill from Britain, mad dogs in the sun

Matterhorn, Matterhorn
Men have tried and men have died to climb the Matterhorn
That mighty Matterhorn

Yeah, two miles up we lost John and our rations fell below
Al and Bill are lying beneath an avalanche of snow
Now, here I am alone now and I know I cannot stop
For two more yards in front of me until I reach the top

Matterhorn, Matterhorn
Men have tried and men have died to climb the Matterhorn
That mighty Matterhorn

Well, here I am a dyin' upon the Matterhorn
Not a grave for me to lie in nor grave keep me warm
And the Queen would surely knight me if I could get back down
But it's closer here to heaven than it is back to the ground

Matterhorn, Matterhorn
Men have tried and men have died to climb the Matterhorn
That mighty Matterhorn
That mighty Matterhorn

Written by:
Fred B. Burch, Mel Tillis

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