Woorden: Jeff Buckley. Other. I Never Asked To Be Your Mountain.

(Tim Buckley / Live at 'Greetings From Tim Buckley', tribute concert at St.Ann's Church, New York, April 26 1991)

I never asked to be your mountain
I never asked to fly
Remember when you came to me
And told me of his lies
You didn't understand my love
You don't know why I try
And the rain was falling on that day
And damn the reason why

The flying pisces sails for time
Tells me of my child
Wrapped in bitter tales and heartache
He begs for just a smile
O he never asked to be her mountain
He never asked to fly
Through his eye he comes his love
And tells her not to cry

She says, "your scoundrel father flies
With a dancer called a queen
With her stolen cards he plays
And laughs, but never wins"
O the child dreams to be his hands
In the counting of the rain
But only barren breasts he feels
For her milk will never drain

As i die i can't remember
Where i saw the rain
Could it be that her laughter
Drove me down again?
Charming dancer will you stop
Stop and talk to me?
Is there someone else you feel
In your dreams ? you will, you see
In midnight gazes
I've found you far from me
If you lead me on
Please leave me down

O flying flying fish
Please flutter by my door:
Yes you can drink my lies
If first you read my eyes:
Each one is titled
"I'm drowning back to you":
I can't swim your waters
And you can't walk my lands:
I'm sailing all my sins
And i'm climbing all my fears
And soon now i'll fly

O i never asked to be your mountain
I never asked to fly
Remember when you came to me
And told me of his lies
You didn't understand my love
You don't know why i try
And the rain was falling on that day
And that's the reason why

Sweet lover, will you come back
And love me for a while?
Please take my hand
Leave all your fears behind

I've been gone too long
Now i'm home to stay
Please don't leave me
Again this way

Please come home