Yeah, we all fall down The higher we fly the harder it feels when we hit the ground What makes a man work until it's kids too old to kiss and hug He won't climb another imaginary mountain when he is in love enough What makes a man build a kingdom all

And mountains Oh mountains o' things The life I've always wanted I guess I'll never have I'll be working for somebody else Until I'm in my grave I'll be dreaming of a live of ease To have a big expensive car Drag my furs on the ground And have a maid

Yeah, we all fall down The higher we fly the harder it feels when we hit the ground What makes a man work until it's kids too old to kiss and hug He won't climb another imaginary mountain when he is in love enough What makes a man build a kingdom all

Baby baby don't panic, I know how to cook bannock. I can build you a fire, I know you're tired, ain't this romantic? I'm a mountain man. It was a beautiful sunny morning, so we went for a drive, Hiked up in the mountains, and we lost track of time. A

You're a waterfall washing over me I'm a thirsty man let me drink you in I am on my way You're a mountain top When I reach for you Your love lifts me up And all that I want is to be Where you are There you are standing strong

Is it ever gonna, ever gonna change again? I said I played this song So many times before That the melody keeps repeating Growing new ideas Flowing chords and notes Like a mountain river bleeding Well, I say as I look back And all the thoughts I've had

I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named Fumanchu And I loved deeper And I spoke sweeter And he said "Someday I hope you get the chance To live like you were dying I went Rocky Mountain climbing And I gave forgiveness I'd been denying"

I'm in a band, yeah, yeah. I'm in a band.... a rock an' roll band.... I'm in a band.... a rock an' roll band.... For many a year, I was so confused, (An') Didn't know what to play. But then I met a man, who picked up his horn, An' showed us just what, to

Imi gdonios riios rijiaspe toutias The mountains trembled When the Antumnos' doors opened wide The ancient one stepped forth To bring to justice the grim tyrants A withered-skinned old man Divine Logos upon him His words alike the arrows in his quiver We

Callin' me home Callin' me home, There's a cabin in a valley, My grandpa built on your land. Your mountains are a canvas, For the makers hand. Tonight I'm fishing up a river,