The mountains make the rivers
That to oceans always go:
The oceans make the clouds that spill
The mountain snow.
The process never has an end,
It’s circular, you see:
Just like the way I love my love,
And she loves me.
People and Feelings
The mountains make the rivers
That to oceans always go:
The oceans make the clouds that spill
The mountain snow.
The process never has an end,
It’s circular, you see:
Just like the way I love my love,
And she loves me.