Glade Park
Mountain made a believer out of me
You looked for the scar in my eye did you see
When I could only bear being out at night
With the dog & the snow & my failing sight
And I was happy to let it be
If that's what's being offered me
mountain made a believer out of me
You looked in my eyes did you see
How close I was to losing everything
How I never knew such fear within
And I was happy to let it be
If that's what's being offered me
Writer/s: JOHN PARISH
