You, The Mountain And Me - Paul Heaton, Jacqui Abbott

Love doesn’t always present you with gold

With the very first person you hold

Love can shine early or come in from the cold

It can be young, middle-aged or be old

When those young wolves tracked down

That old wounded bear

It was you, the mountain and me

When those two hungry vultures

They circled the air

It was up that old mountain and me

When this pitiful life

It comes to an end

It’ll be you, the mountain and me

When I’ve found the right road

But I’ve lost all my friends

It’ll be you, the mountain and me

Now the sun’s disappeared

The rain’s moving in

The moon in the background just blushed

The cold steel of the mountain

Conceals a dark truth

That one of us may have been pushed

So with tears in my eyes

I’ll wait in the skies

And one thing I’ll know about you

God may not exist

The moon may be cheese

But that mountain and thee

Will be true

So when love hit this pair

Youth was no longer there

Just wisdom, laughter, and lines

Both had been lookers

But now chained to their cookers

And endless glasses of wine

When those old crows in Dumbo

They clapped my demise

So very much louder than any first prize

When they fell from above

And pecked out my eyes

It was up that old mountain and me

I won’t jump in that river

Or fall in that sea

I’ll fold your hand closely in mine

And tell you although

You’ve just found a new love

Your old one’s just gonna be fine

Cause you’re like the scariest

Sheerest of drops

That can jump from

Your balls to your throat

And I’m like that shelf

That you’re landing upon

And that beard on that

Old mountain goat