Strogoula

Am I ever going to wake? I'm still there on the switchback roads Up and up in the still of the afternoon Past trees and rocks and on up into the clouds Swirling, drifting, hiding everything Like the lies, like the lies I told you And in the village square Gathered before the feast, all eyes to the South And suddenly the mist drew back and there it was Strogoula – King of Mountains Like the truth, immovable and all laid bare I turned around and saw you You were falling, falling, faster falling Tumbling rivers, broken bridges, down through canyons Falling, falling, rushing water, falling You can’t choose who you love No, no, no – you can't choose who you love But you should never be there silently denying your own heart As you listen and the cock crows once, twice, three times As the day breaks So am I ever going to wake? From the smiling faces around the screaming child Who must be taught well and soon That love is hard and cruel And you only respect the things that you can't break For protection comes at a price that you must pay And pay and pay and pay And you can’t choose who you love.. You can't choose who you love No explanation or reason can ever be enough But you should never be there silently denying your own heart As you listen and the cock crows once, twice, three times As the day breaks