MOUNTAINS HIGH

THE MOUNTAINS, HIGH AND DEEP

CALL ME TO A SILENT SLEEP,

WITHIN THE ARMS OF MY LOVE,

WONDROUS ARMS OF MY LOVE.

THE MOUNTAINS, HIGH AND GREEN

BECKON ME TO BE SERENE

IN THE WARMNESS OF MY LOVE,

SOFT CARESSES OF MY LOVE.

THE MOUNTAINS, HIGH AND BLUE

ARE CALLING ME TO BE WITH YOU,

RESTING IN YOUR SWEET EMBRACE,

GAZING INTO YOUR LOVELY FACE.

THE MOUNTAINS, HIGH AND WIDE

DO ENTICE ME TO YOUR SIDE,

HOLDING YOU GENTLY WITH MY LOVE,

SURROUNDING YOU WITH MY LOVE.

THE MOUNTAINS, HIGH AND DEEP

AFFECT ME GREATLY AS I WEEP,

CRAVING THE NEARNESS OF MY LOVE,

DESIRING THE PRESENCE OF MY LOVE.

THE MOUNTAINS, GREEN AND HIGH

SING SOFTLY TO ME AS I SIGH,

FOR THE TENDER LOVE OF MY LOVE,

THE SWEET AND GENTLE KISS OF MY LOVE.

THE MOUNTAINS, DARK BEFORE DAWN,

THEN THEY SING THEIR WONDROUS SONG,

THE SONG ABOUT OUR ENTICING LOVE,

THE WONDROUS WORDS OF OUR LOVE.

THE MOUNTAINS, DEEP AND GREEN,

NEVER PRIVILEGED TO HAVE SEEN

SUCH TENDERNESS FROM MY LOVE,

BESTOWED UPON ME FROM MY LOVE.

THESE MOUNTAINS COMPOSED IN THE WIND

A GLORIOUS SONG TO BEGIN

AS MY LOVE AND I ARE HEART TO HEART

SWEETLY COVERED BY THE ART OF LOVE.

BY: TULSABUTTERFLY

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