I am in the mountains, love
and you are overseas
and wish as hard as I might wish
you could not come to me
I’ll soon enough forget your face
and sooner still forget your touch
but even were you here, my love,
it wouldn’t profit much

for I am in the mountains, love
and you are overseas
and wish as hard as I might wish
you will not come to me
I’d just as soon forget your face
and sooner still your touch
so even if you came, my dear
we’d neither profit much.