Off to the mountains and up to the snow
With youth renewed in my dreams I go.

Where the trail ends and the ridge grows thin
The final peak in my dreams I win.

Friend of the wind and kin with the sky
Watching the multiform clouds go by.

Forest and home left far below,
Alone with the sky and the crests of snow.

Alone with the Gods of the glittering peaks
Where the soul in silence with wisdom speaks.