Last night I dreamed again that I was by your side,
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I felt your tender kiss, and with your lips on mine,
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My world became, complete again,
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Beneath the shadow of the mountain, we were lovers till the dawn
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was on the sea;
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But with the morning sun the dream had disappeared,
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And I awoke and still believed that you were here,
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But soon the day will come again, beneath the shadow of the mountain,
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I'll be with you when my soldier's work is done;
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When the summer winds begin to blow,
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That is when I will be sailing to my home,
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To the olive trees and the golden corn
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That whispers in the fields up in the hills beyond the place
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where I was born;
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And here in Rome the talk is all about the war,
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As men of Caesar we have heard those words before,
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And though I'm strong, my heart belongs
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Beneath the shadow of the mountain and my lover who is waiting
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there for me;
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When the summer winds begin to blow,
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That is when you'll see the sails that bring me home,
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To the olive trees and the golden corn
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That whispers in the fields up in the hills above Pompeii
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where I was born;
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I will return;
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Beneath the shadow of Vesuvius we'll be together till the day we die.....
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Last night I dreamed again that I was by your side.......
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The Shadow Of The Mountain
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| Chris De Burgh |
