If I could fly over the mountains with you
Safe in the valley where dreams could come true
While high on the hillsides, the soft lullaby
Of the rain and the wind in the sky
If you were a wave on the edge of the sea
And I was the sand on the shore, I would be
Constantly moved by your power in the night
As you danced with the tides in the moonlight
If you were a lake and I was the wind, I wouldn’t
Stir the reflection of starlight opened
On your mirroring skin that returned those small lights
To the heavens for a gift in the night
If you were the sun and I was the sky
East is the glow I’d remember you by
Across my wide spaces with wings you would fly
To the rim in a crimson goodbye
If you were an oak, and I was the land
I’d hold fast your roots to the rocks and the sand
And let your leaves blanket me when Autumn came
From the chill and the tears of the rain
If I could fly over the mountains with you
Safe in the valley where dreams could come true
While high on the hillsides, the soft lullaby
Of the rain and the wind in the sky
Photo Credits Header Photo | Suzhou, China ~ Francois Ferchaud
