take me back to the mountain i'm sure
our impressions still lay there on it's floor
on these marks we will begin
and i will call this to the wind

what have we really got to lose
if you fight the good fight you'll come out bruised
we'll soon be two fighters giving in
to the rolling waters on our mountain

marian i've got nothing to prove
this city'll surely drown us soon
let's call the landlord in the morning
of our leave he'll have warning

brick walls long halls got me caught
with growing lonely crowds we've fought
we could be on our mountain path
singing we're not looking back