it’s nothing that i would proclaim from the highest mountain
nor should i be ashamed of my eye dropper fountains
the melting snow should only cover the tips
but it’s you i dreamt of in the wind
the pot of water on the stove is about to boil
i’m waiting for a cup of tea to sooth my soul
aren’t i worried? won’t you prepare?
can’t you see that the sun is beginning to stare?
sure, but the moon will keep on spinning round
should we eat at all tonight my friend?
i don’t see the point, only the other end
my side of the mountain is going away
and you won’t be the last to try and save
its nothing i would proclaim from the highest mountain
it’s no great secret i’ll be gone and forgotten
but the moon with still go on my friend
and the moon with still go on
And the lyrics…
it’s nothing that i would proclaim from the highest mountain
nor should i be ashamed of my eye dropper fountains
the melting snow should only cover the tips
but it’s you i dreamt of in the wind
the pot of water on the stove is about to boil
i’m waiting for a cup of tea to sooth my soul
aren’t i worried? won’t you prepare?
can’t you see that the sun is beginning to stare?
sure, but the moon will keep on spinning round
should we eat at all tonight my friend?
i don’t see the point, only the other end
my side of the mountain is going away
and you won’t be the last to try and save
its nothing i would proclaim from the highest mountain
it’s no great secret i’ll be gone and forgotten
but the moon with still go on my friend
and the moon with still go on