Don’t come after
Please don’t follow me along,
When you read this I’ll be gone

Ask the mountains,
Springs and fountains
Why couldn’t this go on?

Ask the sun that lightens up the sky
When the night gives in, to tell you why
Ask the mountains

Wild woods, highlands
Ask the green in the woods and the trees
The cold breeze coming in from the sea
Springs and fountains

Ask the mountains

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