(Porter Wagoner)

How high, high, high, high, is the mountain
When you're lonely it reaches the sky
But when you're in love it don't seem as tall
When you're happy in love there's no mountain at all.

Loneliness makes quiet sound rumble
And small rivers seem so wide
But love makes the sound so much sweeter
Narrows the river and calms the rushing tide.

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Loneliness makes quiet sound rumble
And small rivers seem so wide
But love makes the sound so much sweeter
Narrows the river and calms the rushing tide.

How high, high, high, high, is the mountain, hmm...