if you were a mountain top
i would keep acsending and never stop
if you were some kind of store

i would buy you out and wait for more
if you were my native land
i would hold you close

i'd take your hand
and be your man
and dream of summertime

i wish you would be mine

but every good thing dies

every good thing dies

if you were a mountin top

i would climb right up and jump right off
if you were some kind of store
i would rob you blind and lock the door

if you were my native land
i would take control
i would demand

that you take my hand
you were the dream of summertime
i wished you would be mine


then every good thing dies