I'll be the mountain

I'll be the shore

I'll be the river

All you'll ask for

I'll be your heartache

And your headache too

But there is nothing

I wouldn't do

For you

For you

For you

I'll be there any old day in any kind of weather

I'll be the rush of blood

The things you feel at worst

A stupid vagary

Some kind of curse

And I will be your victory

Your very own reflection

But there is nothing

I wouldn't do

For you

For you

For you

I'll be there any old day in any kind of weather