Words & music by Ritchie Blackmore, Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord and Ian Paice
Somebody’s shouting up at a mountain
Only my own words return
Nobody’s up there, it’s a deception
When will I ever learn?
I’m alone here with emptiness, eagles and snow
Unfriendliness chilling my body
And whispering pictures of home
Wondering blindly, how can they find me?
Maybe they don’t even know
My body is shaking, anticipating
The call of the black footed crow-ouh
Here in this prison of my own making
Year after day I have grown
Into a herobut there’s no worship
Where have they hidden my throne-ouh?