If you saw what I saw and heard what I heard, would you be able to hold back your heart. I am standing on the edge of a mountain top. Listen to me. All my years of reservations are at the brink of falling apart. My heart and my soul have left me. How can I go against the tide of my own emotions? How can I keep what I have already lost?
Just seeing her smile would make you smile. But for her laughter, no other sound could move my heart. What a marvel! Is there a sweeter sight? Is there a sweeter sound? I could travel to the ends of the world, and then travel further beyond, yet I would not find. No Rose of Sharon could compare, nor Song of Bocelli. The Himalayas would bow in reverence, the nightingale would flee in shame. Then what of me? How could anyone command me, "Johnston, be still"? I would not! And I could not!
There is so much I could say, but so little I could put in words.
"Somehow I've fallen under your spell,
but somehow I'm feeling it's up that I fell."
(As long as you're mine - Wicked OST)
