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