Chris Stills If I Were A Mountain
If I was a mountain. Or a flower on a tree. Would I be
running. From the future that I see. Would I be cryin'
baby. From the horror that lay before me. You've got to
keep on runnin'. You've got to keep on lovin'. You've
got to sing the blues.
I look in the mirror. And I wonder who I see. I see a
person who tries to be all he can be. And for this
person there is no tomorrow. And this person is singing
the blues.
Deep in my heart down in my soul. I can feel the pain
as it slowly grows. But I can shine the light. I can
blow away the pain and the evil face. I will never see
again. You've got to keep on fighting. You've got to
live like the lightning. You've got to sing the blues.
And I remember the future. Through my childhood eyes.
The people were smiling. And banished from all tempting
lies. And I catch myself wishin' that I was. A child
again. So come on honey. Help me make them understand.
You've got to sing the blues.
Gonna have some good times. Gonna have some bad times.
You've got to keep on singin' the blues. You've got to
recognize the truth from the lies. You've got to keep
on singin' the blues. You've got to compromise the
death from the lives. You've got to keep on singin' the
blues. You've got to realize you've got to be open.
Your eyes you've got to keep on singin' the blues.
