Candy Mountain Run - Bruce Hornsby

Rollin' and a-tumblin'

Take me to the mountain

Fly closer to the sun

Wailin' and a-rumblin'

I’m movin' not stumblin'

Come, come with me

On my candy mountain

Candy mountain run

Dropping lots of little ones from up high

Gumdrops, lemon drops rainin' from the sky

Come on riding close to the sun

Come on riding with me on my candy mountain run

Rollin' and a-tumblin'

Take me to the mountain

Fly closer to the sun

Wailin' and a-rumblin'

I’m movin' not stumblin'

Come, come with me

On my candy mountain

Candy mountain run

Movin' to the high ground, wish you could come

Maybe they’ll let me drop the big one

All the little children hands up high

Waitin' for the sugar plums fallin' from the sky

Movin' to the high ground, to the sugar mine

Movin' to the secret so clandestine

World of fantasy wish you could come

Mama’s little baby on a candy mountain run

Rollin' and a-tumblin'

Place me on the mountain

Fly closer to the sun

Wailin' and a-rumblin'

My fantasy crumblin'

Come, come with me

On my candy mountain

Candy mountain run

Come on riding with me close to the sun

Mama keep telling me not to come

Used to be a mouse, now I can roar

Tomorrow I’ll give myself a little bit more

Forget about tomorrow live for today

No guarantee, I’ll make it anyway

My special candy tastes good now

Everyday I die a little, a little anyhow

Rollin' and a-tumblin'

Take me to the mountain

Fly closer to the sun

Wailin' and a-rumblin'

I’m movin' not stumblin'

Come, come with me

On my candy mountain

Candy mountain run