Does anyone remember, does anybody care,
the days we danced together with feathers in our hair.
Rivers ran together, to sing a crystal tune,
stones skipped on the water, circles around the moon.
Chorus: Oooh hey yea yea- when the full moon shines
the mountains pines are swaying.
ooh yea yea- close your eyes and listen to the guitars
playing - little mountain girl
Built a box together, filled it full of songs,
and buried it on the mountain beneath a pile of bones.
Then we said goodbye forever,
to the hell that was our home and set out across the
flatlands, for 40 years to roam
Chorus
the days we danced together with feathers in our hair.
Rivers ran together, to sing a crystal tune,
stones skipped on the water, circles around the moon.
Chorus: Oooh hey yea yea- when the full moon shines
the mountains pines are swaying.
ooh yea yea- close your eyes and listen to the guitars
playing - little mountain girl
Built a box together, filled it full of songs,
and buried it on the mountain beneath a pile of bones.
Then we said goodbye forever,
to the hell that was our home and set out across the
flatlands, for 40 years to roam
Chorus