(GUITAR INTRO)
I've got a mountain of dreams to climb
'fore I get to that house on the hill
That keeps the lady of my morning
In a brown earthen pot on the sill
Of the window that looks out
Across the valley, probably always will
I'll make sure no one is watching me
Like ev'ry good and successful thief
And maybe tomorrow when the sun goes down
I'll have put an end to this grief
By giving myself a potted plant
And a rainbow, calling it a wreath
I've got a mountain of dreams to climb
'fore I get to that house on the hill
That keeps the lady of my morning
In a brown earthen pot on the sill
Of the window that looks out
Across the valley, probably always will
I'll make sure no one is watching me
Like ev'ry good and successful thief
And maybe tomorrow when the sun goes down
I'll have put an end to this grief
By giving myself a potted plant
And a rainbow, calling it a wreath
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