I climbed a mountain, I hoped to know,
Over rocks and ice and snow,
I asked the sun in morning glow,
Where do the broken hearted go?
The Sun just laughed and moved away,
To brighten up another day.
So I took the fast way down below,
To where the broken hearted go.
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 6:52 AM UTC
I climbed a mountain, I hoped to know,
Over rocks and ice and snow,
I asked the sun in morning glow,
Where do the broken hearted go?
The Sun just laughed and moved away,
To brighten up another day.
So I took the fast way down below,
To where the broken hearted go.