Mountain

Beneath the mountain When the leaves will bathe in light And I'll lay hoping And I wish I was in love When I'm waking from a dream Things are just the way they used to be Then the dream begins to fade And I'm asking once again Was I born to love you? Was I born to be with you? Was I born to love you? Was I born to be with you? No, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no. Was I born to love you? Was I born to be with you? Was I born to love you? Was I really born to be with you?