Magic Mountain

Magic Mountain

By Paul McCann

Trying so hard to find a memory in my mind

of a mountain that I left behind about a year ago .

There were steps up to the sky ,

oh I wish that I could fly

to the place where you and I were in Baggio .

There’s a special place and time,

for the living loving kind ,

with empty miles of sunshine for you and me .

The footsteps we left behind

are implanted in my mind

and looking back I love that memory .

On Magic Mountain, so high above ,

you can breathe in the air and feel the love

and think of nothing but being free

and that’s exactly where you are .

On magic mountain, It’s a beautiful place to be .

Baggio is in my mind ,

like a sanctuary of a shrine

where we found  the time to pray silently

and I  really love the way

we walked  peacefully that day

in the love that we have, you and me .

On Magic Mountain, so high above ,

you can breathe in the air and feel the love

and think of nothing but being free

and that’s exactly where you are .

On magic mountain, It’s a beautiful place to be .

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