Mountain Water
Youhave taken a drink from a wild fountainEarly in the year;There is nowhere to go from the top of a mountainBut down, my dear;And the springs that flow on the floor of the valleyWill never seem fresh or clearFor thinking of the glitter of the mountain waterIn the feathery green of the year.
Youhave taken a drink from a wild fountainEarly in the year;There is nowhere to go from the top of a mountainBut down, my dear;And the springs that flow on the floor of the valleyWill never seem fresh or clearFor thinking of the glitter of the mountain waterIn the feathery green of the year.
Youhave taken a drink from a wild fountainEarly in the year;There is nowhere to go from the top of a mountainBut down, my dear;And the springs that flow on the floor of the valleyWill never seem fresh or clearFor thinking of the glitter of the mountain waterIn the feathery green of the year.
Youhave taken a drink from a wild fountain
Early in the year;
There is nowhere to go from the top of a mountain
But down, my dear;
And the springs that flow on the floor of the valley
Will never seem fresh or clear
For thinking of the glitter of the mountain water
In the feathery green of the year.