How high high high high is the mountain
When you're lonely it reaches the sky
But when you're in love, it don't seem as tall
When you're happy in love, there's no mountain at all
Loneliness makes quiet sound rumble
And small rivers seem so wide
But love makes the sound so much sweeter
Narrows the river and calms the rushing tide
Loneliness makes quiet sound rumble
And small rivers seem so wide
But love makes the sound so much sweeter
Narrows the river and calms the rushing tide
How high high high high is the mountain, hmm...
