high on the mountain stands a boat but are they gods or real folk we can t see the fire but we smell the smoke who ll take the plough who ll be the yoke night after night i don t believe we are the ones you won t deceive not a thing will you achieve cos we belong and we won t leave trouble trouble i try to chase trouble but it s chasing me trouble trouble trouble with a capital t lay down your silver and your gold i m a man who can t be sold and even when my heart grows cold i ll curse your evil stranglehold the waves are running much too high it s got so dark can t see the sky but a change is coming by and by a time to laugh a time to die trouble trouble i try to chase trouble but it s chasing me trouble trouble trouble with a capital t been so long away from home i almost made this place my own now it seems i ll soon be gone moving on and all alone high on the mountain stands a boat but are they gods or real folk we can t see the fire but we smell the smoke who ll take the plough who ll be the yoke trouble trouble i try to chase trouble but it s chasing me trouble trouble trouble with a capital t trouble trouble i try to chase trouble but it s chasing me trouble trouble trouble with a capital t