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