HIGH ON THE MOUNTAIN (E A D G B E)
High on the mountain where nobody has been. You can see all around three hundred sixty degrees. You can see every path. You can sing every note. There is nothing to hear. There is nowhere to go.
High on the mountain where the bells ring clear. You’ve been looking for something that’s always been here. It’s a path you can’t map. It’s a note you can’t score. Why did I climb out the window just to walk through the door?
Just to walk through the door.
High on the mountain. Yellow, green and blue. Where every river and rock looks exactly like you. With ocean above and the clouds below. Why did I travel so far only to find myself home?
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