take me back to the mountain i'm sure our impressions still lay there on it's floor on these marks we will begin and i will call this to the wind
what have we really got to lose if you fight the good fight you'll come out bruised we'll soon be two fighters giving in to the rolling waters on our mountain
marian i've got nothing to prove this city'll surely drown us soon let's call the landlord in the morning of our leave he'll have warning
brick walls long halls got me caught with growing lonely crowds we've fought we could be on our mountain path singing we're not looking back
