Out of the dry cold mountain night that covered me
a mirage of the ocean I see
out of the mountains and my sheer folly
it is the mermaid's cry that beckons me
a mirage of the ocean I see
out of the mountains and my sheer folly
it is the mermaid's cry that beckons me
Whilst some would always choose to live in the valley
I would always choose to live in the sea
but I thank mother earth for the chance to see
nature as lovely as the Bristlecone trees.
I would always choose to live in the sea
but I thank mother earth for the chance to see
nature as lovely as the Bristlecone trees.
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