friday music

I see a mountain at my gates
I see it more and more each day
And my desire wears a dark dress
But each day I see you less

Oh gimme some time
Show me the foothold from which I can climb
Yeah when I feel low
You show me a signpost for where I should go

Through lanes and stone rows, black granite, wind blows
Fire lake and far flame go now but come again
Dark clouds gather round will I run or stand my ground?

Oh when I come to climb
Show me the mountain so far behind
Yeah it’s farther away
Its shadow gets smaller day after day

Yeah, gimme my way
Gimme my love
Gimme my choice
You keep me coming around