Tim Finn
Tim Finn - Young Mountain songtekst
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I grew up, not looking down The shadow of a mountain fell upon my town A blueness in the distance Living in my memory Now I climb the creaking stairs And walk upon a vanishing floor to get nowhere A little Mussolini screaming in my mind History will tell you lies History will tell you lies Your dream is buried by the dust of ages Time to sing a travel song For all the days that come and go As we move on Erotic summer heat wave burring in my memory Travel over hills and plains See the hidden valley's golden grass aflame A mother tongue that licks away your secret fear History will disappear History will disappear Your dream is buried by the dust of ages Quite a load to carry Everything that we have done Searching my horizon for a glimpse of the millennium Hasn't been so very long We haven't even half begun To peter out A version of the future Living in my mind Leaving it all behind It hasn't all been done History will tell you lies All who fall shall cry Your dream is buried by the dust of ages On the Young Mountain all four winds flow From the Young Mountain wild rivers flow History will disappear On the Young Mountain, a path unwinds On the Young Mountain, who falls shall climb Climb the Young Mountain Cross the first river, swim the new sea On the Young Mountain, all four winds will blow Leaving it all behind From the Young Mountain, wild rivers flow History will tell you lies On the Young Mountain, who falls shall climb On the Young Mountain, all four winds will blow From the Young Mountain, wild rivers flow