Strogoula

Am I ever going to wake?

I’m still there on the switchback roads

Up and up in the still of the afternoon

Past trees and rocks and on up into the clouds

Swirling, drifting, hiding everything

Like the lies, like the lies I told you

And in the village square

Gathered before the feast, all eyes to the South

And suddenly the mist drew back and there it was

Strogoula – King of Mountains

Like the truth, immovable and all laid bare

I turned around and saw you

You were falling, falling, faster falling

Tumbling rivers, broken bridges, down through canyons

Falling, falling, rushing water, falling

You can’t choose who you love

No, no, no – you can’t choose who you love

But you should never be there silently denying your own heart

As you listen and the cock crows once, twice, three times

As the day breaks

So am I ever going to wake?

From the smiling faces around the screaming child

Who must be taught well and soon

That love is hard and cruel

And you only respect the things that you can’t break

For protection comes at a price that you must pay

And pay and pay and pay

And you can’t choose who you love..

You can’t choose who you love

No explanation or reason can ever be enough

But you should never be there silently denying your own heart

As you listen and the cock crows once, twice, three times

As the day breaks