Does anyone remember, does anybody care, the days we danced together with feathers in our hair. Rivers ran together, to sing a crystal tune, stones skipped on the water, circles around the moon.
Chorus: Oooh hey yea yea- when the full moon shines the mountains pines are swaying. ooh yea yea- close your eyes and listen to the guitars playing - little mountain girl
Built a box together, filled it full of songs, and buried it on the mountain beneath a pile of bones. Then we said goodbye forever, to the hell that was our home and set out across the flatlands, for 40 years to roam
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