The Mountain Crumbles

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(Verse)

I’ve walked the streets a thousand times

And I’ve seen ten thousand girls

But not one street could match the road to you

No Cleopatra and her pearls

 

I could have the world lay at my feet

But it couldn’t take your place

My kingdoms falter with my vanity

Just by looking in your face

 

It reaches high as the eye can see

Tears the heavens with its majesty

And you would think that it would always be

But Baby, when you do those things to me…..

 

(Chorus)

Oh, and the mountain crumbles!

Oh, and with it falls a king

Oh and his robe makes him stumble

And the view from the top doesn’t mean anything

 

(Verse)

How quickly I can get caught up

In all of my ego trips

And feel so cool ‘cause of the things I do

Sit back and think, “Aint I hip?”

 

But it seems the higher I climb

The further I get from you

And cry because crowds can’t provide your warmth

Watch this falling star come out of the blue

 

Repeat chorus

Oh, it doesn’t mean anything.

 

Copyright 1996 George Brian Ferrell