If these mountains..
Could speak, would they say it was about to snow.
Would they talk about trees and bees,
Or about snow flake dreams.
About the golden winter sun,
Or the gentle winds that make music.
Would they tell if the time that stood still,
Or the time that stopped for none.
Would they speak of mysterious enchanting nights,
Or whisper stories of starry nights.
Only if these mountains could speak!