Make me a river that flows at your feet.
Make me a river of water so sweet,
You never tasted a liquor so fine,
Waylaid and wasted on love’s new wine.
Tell me your secrets, and I’ll tell you mine.
Make me your river.
Make me an ocean that washes your shore.
Make me an ocean that comes to your door,
Bearing you places forbidden and fair,
Moonlight on faces wondrous and rare,
Shipyards and marked cards and salt in your hair.
Make me your ocean.
Make me a mountain, majestic and high.
Make me a mountain so tall in the sky,
You’ll always see me wherever you roam,
Bright, like a beacon, calling you home.
Newborn and timeworn and calling you home.
Make me your mountain.