I HEAR THE MOUNTAINS CALL ……

Some go to harbours on the main,
Some like the endless grassy plain;
But me, I to the mountains go-
When I hear the mountains call again.
                   I hear the mountains call again,
                  With winter, biting wind and rain,
                  With hail, and sleet, and blinding mists,
                  I hear the mountains call again.
The springs fall down in rainbow spray-
“Come rest awhile”, they seem to say.
I will ascend the wooded slopes,
For I hear the mountains call again.
                Brooks rush down their cobbled way,
                Half hidden in the flowing vapoured grey.
                My heart is filled with yearning strong,
                As I hear the mountains call again.
Pine trees all dotted with pine cones,
Small palaces built with mud and stones,
What b’ful sights a fond heart brings,
When it hears the mountains call again.
               In a crowded city, I stand alone,
              Where thought is sad, and grey, and worn.
              With a love for life, the mountains call,
              I hear the mountains call again.
A cold north wind blows over me,
I stand in the open and face’t with glee-
A moss stone come to life once more,
As I hear the mountains call again.
            I’ll go to where the snow falls deep,
            To live till I sleep the eternal sleep,
            Away from this twisted, grabbing world,
            Yes, I hear the mountains call again.
Whatever lives are left as mine,
I wish they in the mountains lie,
Again my soul shall rise, again,
When it hears the mountains call again.