Testo Mountain - LA Priest

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?