Come back with me to the mountains,
to the places where we used to go –
up high where the water runs so clear,
up high where the air is fresh and clean,
where we could get naked
and shower in a waterfall,
and no one else was around to see.

Come back with me to the mountains,
up high where we looked down on
the needy, grasping world,
where it couldn’t touch us,
where we were immortal,
where we knew what heaven felt like,
and God in his fury stood back and let us be.

My lover came to me and told me of her dream,
and I told her mine,
and we laughed the way the angels laugh
because they were the same.
Come back with me to the mountains,
to the places where we used to go –
up high where the water runs so clear,
where God in his fury stood back and let us be.