LETRAMy LadyMountain

I see her sailing on her silver wings,
With hands that move like little trees.
Alive and bending in my raging storm,
To a heartbeat, my lady lives for me.
To a heartbeat, my lady lives for me.

Out of the country to my city life,
All wrapped in dreams she wears like pearls,
She dances to the music that I play for her,
And my lady is the softness in my world.
And my lady is the softness in my world.

Comin'... back...... from the Moun-tain,
My Lady waits for me.... My Lady waits for me.

In paint and ribbons and her coloured shells,
All she imagines for my days,
And weaves a life that is feeling good for me,
And my lady, hears every note I play.
And my lady, hears every note I play.

My rooms are filled with all she's made by hand,
My songs are filled with all her rhymes,
My heart is filled with the work that we've been doin'
And the children we'll be havin' all in good time.
And the children we'll be havin' all in good time.

Comin'... back...... from the Moun-tain,
My Lady waits for me.... My Lady waits for me.