I climbed this hill to build you up They say no man is an island With wood and rocks I built this hut And we ate all our meals inside it If poor truth be our only love Then where will lies find me For wood and rocks are not enough With out you nothing can build it up
No, no No expectations No, no No expectations No, no No expectations No, no No expectations
Seventeen summers since the nation died in my clutch And she swore I can outrun your guidance and love Peace is peace and blood is blood Tis rare the twain shall meet just once The world has wisdom but never enough I'm a dull image of my father's son My weak hands can't mend our hearts And yours can tear the world apart
God give me the strength to live as I please With the windows open, and my face in the breeze
