If you were a mountain top,
Keep us sending, never stop.
If you were some kind of store,
I'd buy you out and wait for more.
If you were my native land,
I'd hold you close and take your hand.
Be you man,
Dream of Summer-time,
Wish you'd be mine.
Every good thing dies.
If you were a mountain top,
I'd climb right up and jump right off.
If you were some kind of store,
I'd rob you blind and lock the door.
If you were my native land,
I'd take control, I would demand.
You would take my hand,
We'd dream of summertime.
Wish you'd be mine.
Every good thing dies