take me back to the mountain i'm sure   our impressions still lay there on it's floor   on these marks we will begin   and i will call this to the wind      what have we really got to lose   if you fight the good fight you'll come out bruised   we'll soon be two fighters giving in   to the rolling waters on our mountain      marian i've got nothing to prove   this city'll surely drown us soon   let's call the landlord in the morning   of our leave he'll have warning      brick walls long halls got me caught   with growing lonely crowds we've fought   we could be on our mountain path   singing we're not looking back