Standing on a mountain looking down on a city.
The way I feel is a doggone pity.
Teardrops falling down a mountainside.
Many times I've been here, many times I've cried.
We used to be so happy when we were in love
high on a mountain of love.

Night after night I've been standing here alone
weeping my heart out till the cold grey dawn,
praying that you're lonely and you'll come here too,
hoping just by chance that I'll get a glimpse of you.
Trying hard to find you somewhere above
high on a mountain of love.

      A mountain of love, a mountain of love.
      You should be ashamed.
      We used to be a mountain of love
      but you just changed your name.

Way down below there's a half million people,
somewhere there is a church with a big tall steeple.
Inside there's an altar filled with flowers,
wedding bells are ringing and they should have been ours.
That's why I'm so lonely, my dreams gone above
high on a mountain of love.

            - Harold Dorman