Musik: Alexander Villinger

     The mountain

As rain plays tunes across the fields

and thunder leads the band

Oh nature, such a part of me

my love come take my hand

While we two walk so slowly

'cross the islands of our dreams

And leave behind the world of men

dismal, lonely, so full of schemes

The forests roll down gently

from the mountains' top above

Come touch me, touch me, come,

take me home my love.

As brooks and streams and rivers

roll downwards to the sea

So will your love flow far away

returning ever back to me

For clouds I'll search

Whenever my face turns towards the sun

For with no rain, no river

could forever onward run.

The storm has slowed

peace washes back

The path is cleared

no longer do we hack

our way through our emotions

You're there now

Wherever that might be

'Till next time storms roll fierce across

Your light I'll always see.

No particle of envy, hatred, greed, will we now feel

There's nothing left to touch you, when touched by one so real.

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Reflections upon snoitcelfeR

© Martin C. Davies 1978