Timber Timbre Like A Mountain
oh, the mountain top, oh the vision stop, and i will reap the locust crop, 'cause i love you like a mountain
oh, the mountain top, oh the bleeding stop, and down goes the hatchet, chopping block, 'cause i love you like a mountain
oh, the human race, oh, the private's face, and all god's people find their place and i love you like a mountain
and out in the woods, lightning struck, i saw death in the eye of a buck tied to a tree, drowned in the muck everything had changed and we grew up with birds and bees, we'd go swimming, we climbed trees and we would skate when the ice would freeze we came up the same we were both the same
oh, the mountain top, oh, the vision stops, and i will reap the locust crop 'cause i love you like a mountain
oh, the mountain top, oh, the bleeding stopped, i will reap the locust crop 'cause i love you like a mountain
oh, the human race, oh, the devil's face, and all god's creatures find their place 'cause i love you like a mountain i love you like a mountain i love you like a mountain
