Trees grow on the hillside,
Of the mountain wide,
The sky is the same colour as the lake;
I love coming here for my and their sakes!

Trees growing here and there,
And God's watercolor of blue in the air,
I love coming here;
And watching the lake with water cold and clear!

I love to come here in the pictures I see,
Because this place is dear to me,
I love the mountains of beauty;
This place was painted beautifully.

The light of the sun dances here and there,
And sweetly dances through the air,
With such freedom that it sets me in a trance;
No wonder they call this place Opabin Light Dance!

*~Marian~