Move Me a Mountain

Move me a mountain like it’s made of polystyrene
Get your hands dirty, I will wash them clean
Springtime in flesh and bones unfolds, sunlight hums in your soul
I’ll face the east for now then west as I grow old
Play at being grown up, take the harvest as it comes
Life never gets simple but the good times get more fun
Springtime in flesh and bones unfolds, sunlight hums in your soul
And I’ll hold my breath and face the east for now then the west as I grow old