If the world
Was gonna end tomorrow
In a ball of fire
Would you come and get me
And take me back to the mountain?
To the field of flowers
Would you hold me close
Tell me that you've loved me for all these years?
And if in the morning, we're still here, can I make you coffee the way you like it, would you brush my hair?
Sit on that porch swing
Wearing your mother's ring
Forget all the heartache and pain
Let the tears wash away in the rain
Cause living made you hard but the earth will make you gentle
And if I was a witch I'd resurrect our love from that urn on the mantle
If the world
Was gonna end tomorrow
In a ball of fire
Would you come and get me
And take me back to the mountain?
To the field of flowers
Would you hold me close
Tell me that you've loved me for all these years?
Sit on that porch swing
Wearing your mother's ring
Forget all the heartache and pain
Let the tears wash away in the rain
Cause living made you hard but the earth will make you gentle
And if I was a witch I'd resurrect our love from that urn on the mantle
From that urn on the mantle
If the world
Was gonna end tomorrow
In a ball of fire
Would you come and get me
And take me back to the mountain?