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On top of a mountain top |
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I stoop and thought one day |
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I could really see a lot |
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And if I had my way |
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A lazy young sod I was |
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So deep in love those days |
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As if there was nothing was |
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But only love I crave |
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And so I didn't know as much |
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Her loving touch amazed |
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I was so gone with love |
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The alphabet was a haze |
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So alone as she pulls away |
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The funeral truck I cried |
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I gazed the clouds away |
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Like a Lost Christmas that day |
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And now I can't seem to cope |
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But only hope some way |
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Just to see her once more |
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and we could be friends like way back when |
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It's as if I'm already dead |
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And in my grave I lay |
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If only her love could save me now |
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And if some how she'd stay |