Текст песни Up the Mountain - Bomb the Bass

It's a story from many years ago
When I was just barely a young man
I was dropped in a field in the war
1918 almost a hundred years

I had plans to protect my ground
Lips were moving but no sound
Didn't quite hear your call
Ground was shaking
Follow me through the woods
Follow me through the woods
Follow me through the woods

Up the mountain left right left right
Over hills through streams and fields
Up the mountain left right left right
Over hills through streams and fields
Up the mountain left right left right
Over hills through streams and fields
Over hills through streams and fields
Over hills through streams and fields

Ground was green it was middle of summertime
Took the horses; riding, holding hands
Fell in love in the middle of the war
1918 almost a hundred years

From a birch tree swing we flew
Never knowing what we'll do
Stars were hanging like a crown
Rocking gently
Follow me through the woods
Follow me through the woods
Follow me through the woods

Up the mountain left right left right
Over hills through streams and fields
Up the mountain left right left right
Over hills through streams and fields
Up the mountain left right left right
Over hills through streams and fields
Over hills through streams and fields
Over hills through streams and fields

Up the mountain Left right left right
Over hills through streams and fields
Up the mountain Left right left right
Over hills through streams and fields
Up the mountain Left right left right
Over hills through streams and fields
Over hills through streams and fields
Over hills through streams and fields