Time passes slowly up here in the mountains,. We sit beside bridges and walk beside fountains,. Catch the wild fishes that float through the stream,. Time passes slowly when you're lost in a dream..
Three angels up above the street,. Each one playing a horn,. Dressed in green robes with wings that stick out,. They've been there since Christmas morn..
The man in me will do nearly any task,. And as for compensation, there's a-little he would ask.. Take a woman like you. To get through to the man in me..