Mountains High
Sorrow came to visit us today
Was the longest day, was the loneliest day
Sorrow came to steal our hope away
Only tears can tell
Of this holy hour
This mountains high, too high for us
This mountains high, too high for us
Sorrow came quicker than a fire
Was the longest day, was the loneliest day
I feel your hand, the warmth, your sweetest smile
But you slipped away, through the great divide
This mountains high, too high for us
This mountains high, too high for us
Your ways are high, too high for us
Your ways are high, too high for us
Written by Martin Smith 2003 Curious? Music UK
Taken From:
Album: World Service
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