The Mountain Low

If I could fuck a mountain

Lord, I would fuck a mountain

And I'd do it with a woman in the valley

If she lives in the valley

O, if she lives in the valley

The mighty, mighty valley of the sun

Yes, if she lives there quietly

And goes to bed there nightly

I'd tower over peaks and in the sky

Well, she comes tumbling to me

It seems every night there for me

With a different face and legs that will not quit

Now I'm waiting on a friend

To give me advice if I ask him

And his presence will tell me what I need to know

I would sell my belongings

In the mountains where she's living

Just to be there when she comes every morning