I’ll be the mountain
'll be the shore
I’ll be the river
All you’ll ask for
I’ll be your heartache
And your headache too
But there is nothing
I wouldn’t do For you, for you, for you
I’ll be there any old day in any kind of weather
I’ll be the rush of blood
The things you feel at worst
A stupid vagary
Some kind of curse
And I will be your victory
Your very own reflection
But there is nothing
I wouldn’t do For you, for you, for you
I’ll be there any old day in any kind of weather