At the bottom of Green Mountain William Deacon stands and stares into the rain   With coal grey eyes yellow teeth and a face that shows the strain   Of his fight against the people who would cut Green Mountain down   To paid away for what they say is a short cut in the town   Their sugar and the gas tanks of the dosers and the graters and mud   The grits they finished yesterday was washed away by last night's ragin' flood   And the dam went out with dynamite strollin's from the work through shack   But the coal grey eyes of William Deacon never once looked back   They're gonna move Green Mountain he can't stand in the way   But William Deacon swears Green Mountain's gonna stay   They're gonna move Green Mountain at least that's what they say   But there he stands lookin' twice as big as he did yesterday      For hundred years and more the Deacon Clan has planned Green Mountain as dear home   But the highway department don't have the sence to leave well enough alone   Witn an iron hand he raised ten kids and taught 'em right from wrong   And then trouble come the Deacon Clan can be mighty bight and strong   They carried William Deacon's body down from old Green Mountain yesterday   He was crashed by a rollin' grabble truck when he stepped out into the way   The forman round then said well now the work can start again   But he forgot the family pride of all the Deacon Clan   They're gonna move Green Mountain...