 Oh the mountain top Oh the visions stop
And I will reap the locust crop cus I love you like a mountain
Oh the mountain top oh the bleedings stopped
And down goes the hatchet on the chopping block
Cus I love you like a mountain
Oh the human race Oh, the prophet's face
And all gods people fond their place
cus I love you like a mountain
And out in the woods lighting struck
And I saw death in the eye of a buck
Tied to tree drown in the muck
Everything had changed
We grew up with the birds and the bees
We'd go swimming We'd climb trees
We would skate when the ice would freeze
We came up the same
We were both the same
Oh the mountain top Oh the visions stop
And I will reap the locust crop cus I love you like a mountain
Oh the mountain top Oh, Bleeding stopped
And I will reap the locust crop cus I love you like a mountain
Oh the human race, Oh the devil's face
And all gods creatures find their place
And I love you like a mountain
And I love you like a mountain
And I love you like a mountain
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