Take me to the higher ground,
where breezes always blow;
where the air is ten times fresher,
than what is down below.

Let me climb to heaven,
to touch the azure sky;
to where the sun is brighter,
to where the eagles cry.

To where the traffic is no more,
where sounds fade fast away;
to the quiet and the beauty,
of a perfect autumn day.

Let me view the mountains,
that surround the happy hills;
that envelope the valleys,
of weathered rocks and rills.

Take me to that higher ground,
where forever, I am lost;
unknown, a hermit of the land,
where waves are never tossed.