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Mountain of Bromont
There is a mountain called Bromont,
Sometimes it’s peaceful and sometimes wild and free,
Love is a traveler on the mountain of Bromont,
Swept on forever to be lost in the snowy bushes…
I can hear the mountain call (Bromont, Bromont),
Where the sparkling snow glazes, Bromont Bromont,
I can hear my lover call, come to me (Bromont Bromont).
I lost my love on the mountain and for ever my heart will go on,
Going, going, gone down the mountain of Bromont,
But she’ll return to greet me year after year
Year after year... |
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