Days on the Mountain

Falling silent again Silent again Falling silent again It turns like a key Turns like a key in a lock Turning at last Turning Turning at last Turning We spring one too many leaks One too many leaks One too many leaks Taking on too much water Too much water Too much water It comes as no surprise No surprise We're wearing thin We're wearing thin We're wearing thin We're wearing There's that old house of colors again There's that old house of colors again Colors again Colors again Just a trickle from a rock Just a trickle from a rock Just a trickle from a rock Your hidden spring Your hidden spring Just a trickle from a rock Just a trickle from a rock And there's the River Joy The River Joy The River Joy Dancing again Dancing again Dancing again Dancing again Dancing again Dancing again Dancing again Dancing again Dancing again Dancing again Dancing again Dancing again Dancing again Dancing again Dancing again Well those days on the mountain I remember so well Like walking around in the ring of a bell Yeah those days on the mountain I remember so well Our clothes? Our clothes always clean there's nothing to tell Those days on the mountain I remember so well Like walking around in the ring of a bell Walking around in the ring of a bell