The Mountain
Paul Wright, Tim Harrington
You always loved that mountain,
so honey that’s where you’ll go.
Not trying to be morbid,
but at the end of your road,
if you go somewhere else before I do,
I’ll be looking out at the mountain, honey,
I’ll be making eyes at you.
Making eyes at you.
I’ll talk to you in the evening
when the air is still and sweet.
I’ll talk to you in the morning
when the sun climbs over the peak.
If your body leaves me
before mine leaves you,
I’ll be looking out at the mountain, honey,
I’ll be making eyes at you.
Making eyes at you.
I don’t need heaven sent
or a wish in the well.
Not trying to live forever,
to me that sounds like hell,
‘cause we got a moment here,
can you see the view?
I’ll be looking out at the mountain, honey,
I’ll be making eyes at you.
Making eyes at you.