Dave Douglas, Aoife O’Donovan - High On A Mountain lyrics
[Dave Douglas, Aoife O’Donovan - High On A Mountain lyrics]
High on a mountain, wind's blowing free
Thinking about the way things used to be
High on a mountain, standing all alone
Wondering where the years of
My life have flown
Oh I look through the valleys down below
I see green just as far as I can see
As I listen to the breeze
Whisper gently through the trees
I'll always cherish what you meant to me
High on a mountain, wind's blowing free
Thinking about the way things used to be
High on a mountain, standing all alone
Wondering where the years of
My life have flown
Well, I wonder if she ever thinks of me
Or if time has blotted out hеr memory
As my memory returns
Oh how my hеart does yearn
For you and the way things used to be
High on a mountain, wind's blowing free
Thinking about the way things used to be
High on a mountain, standing all alone
Wondering where the years of
My life have flown
High on a mountain, wind's blowing free
Thinking about the way things used to be
High on a mountain, standing all alone
Wondering where the years of
My life have flown
Wondering where the years of
My life have flown
Thinking about the way things used to be
High on a mountain, standing all alone
Wondering where the years of
My life have flown
Oh I look through the valleys down below
I see green just as far as I can see
As I listen to the breeze
Whisper gently through the trees
I'll always cherish what you meant to me
High on a mountain, wind's blowing free
Thinking about the way things used to be
High on a mountain, standing all alone
Wondering where the years of
My life have flown
Well, I wonder if she ever thinks of me
Or if time has blotted out hеr memory
As my memory returns
Oh how my hеart does yearn
For you and the way things used to be
High on a mountain, wind's blowing free
Thinking about the way things used to be
High on a mountain, standing all alone
Wondering where the years of
My life have flown
High on a mountain, wind's blowing free
Thinking about the way things used to be
High on a mountain, standing all alone
Wondering where the years of
My life have flown
Wondering where the years of
My life have flown