Like a tipp-ex line, streaking up out of the valley
My high path takes me unto a dream world
Loose boulders stand a loose guard
The sandy grasses waving in an open sea
Up there i smile, though i forget why
I'm lost and wandering and overjoyed

And i can fly
I don't want to die
I'm on a Mountain

I find myself clambering up out of the tarn
Scrambling through the house-sized rocks, the scree
Now i can finally see the top above me
And stand tall upon the cairn
Far off in the distant haze,
I can see the glimmering jagged peaks

I want to go there
Someday i will i swear
And be on a Mountain