You, The Mountain And Me - Paul Heaton and Jacqui Abbott

Love doesn't always present you with gold

With the very first person you hold

Love can shine early, come in from the cold

And be young, middle-aged or be old

When those young wolves tracked down that old wounded bear

It was you, the mountain, and me

When those two hungry vultures, they circled the air

It was up that old mountain and me

When this pitiful life, it comes to an end

It'll be you, the mountain, and me

When I've found the right road, but I've lost all my friends

It'll be you, the mountain, and me (ooh-ooh)

It'll be you and the mountain, and me

Now the sun's disappeared, the red's moving in

The moon in the background just blushed

The cold steel of the mountain conceals a dark truth

That one of us may have been pushed

So with tears in my eyes, all wet in the skies

One thing I'll know about you

God may not exist, the moon may be cheese

But that mountain and thee will be true (ooh-ooh)

That mountain and thee will be true

So when love hit this pair, youth was no longer there

Just wisdom, laughter, and lines

Both had been lookers, now chained to their cookers

And endless glasses of wine

When those old crows and Dumbo, they clap my demise

So very much louder than anybody than any first prize

When they fell from above and pecked out my eyes

It was up that old mountain and me

I won't jump in that river or fall in that sea

Fold your hand closely in mine

And tell you although you've just found a new love

Your old one's just gonna be fine

Cause you're like the scariest, sheerest of draughts

That can jump from your balls to your throat

And down like that shelf that you landed upon

And that bid on that old mountain goat

That bid on that old mountain goat (ooh-ooh)

That bid on that old mountain goat...