Move Me a Mountain - Black Submarine

Move me a mountain like it’s made of polystyrene

Get your hands dirty, I will wash them clean

Springtime in flesh and bones unfolds, sunlight hums in your soul

I’ll face the east for now then west as I grow old

Play at being grown up, take the harvest as it comes

Life never gets simple but the good times get more fun

Springtime in flesh and bones unfolds, sunlight hums in your soul

And I’ll hold my breath and face the east for now then the west as I grow old