| Lady lives on a mountain
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| Lover lives below in the town
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| Every morning and night he calls to her
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| Calls to her to make the sacrifice
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| And the mountain is of his making
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| And she is still waiting for his love
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| She tried so hard to reach the standards set for her
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| And to hide the feelings angels never have
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| But is was only his fear that stopped him getting too near
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| And only her shame that made her feel the same
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| And the mountain is of his making
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| And she is still waiting for his love
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| As day breaks over th mountain
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| The mist clears and the icy slops dissolve
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| Mist made the mountain look so beautiful
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| But left so many problems unsolved
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| And the mountain is of his making
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| And she is still waiting for his love |