Mountains High



Sorrow came to visit us today

Was the longest day, was the loneliest day

Sorrow came to steal our hope away

Only tears can tell

Of this holy hour



This mountains high, too high for us

This mountains high, too high for us



Sorrow came quicker than a fire

Was the longest day, was the loneliest day

I feel your hand, the warmth, your sweetest smile

But you slipped away, through the great divide



This mountains high, too high for us

This mountains high, too high for us



Your ways are high, too high for us

Your ways are high, too high for us



Written by Martin Smith 2003 Curious? Music UK





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Album: World Service