mountain 2
A rocky trail stoned my gait, tripping
lofty lookout tower - now climbs the striking hour
clouds uncover sun's sleeping fire
hillsides purple dotted bled
I peaked the lonesome spire
A rocky trail stoned my gait, tripping
lofty lookout tower - now climbs the striking hour
clouds uncover sun's sleeping fire
hillsides purple dotted bled
I peaked the lonesome spire
