I'll be the mountain I'll be the shore I'll be the river All you'll ask for I'll be your heartache And your headache too But there is nothing I wouldn't do For you, for you, for you I'll be there any old day in any kind of weather I'll be the rush of blood The things you feel at worst A stupid vagary Some kind of curse And I will be your victory Your very own reflection But there is nothing I wouldn't do For you, for you, for you I'll be there any old day in any kind of weather