The Mountain

 
On the mountains nothing changes 
It's been like this throughout the ages
Dew drops from the sky above 
I walk through places of great love

The mountain statues stand forever
Through the wild and woolly weather
I pick the beauty of the flower
I walk and breathe in Gods' great power

The mountain still and waiting 
I admire her and Gods'  creation 
Rain and wind give way to light
Sun and birds of Gods' fair might

The sweetest birds upon the mountain 
I'm proud to see and hear the fountain 
Of God I ask to protect the child 
From ghosts and foes within the wild

Hear God as he passes your way 
Ye sleep and dream so fears alay
Laughter and water quench the thirst
Lifes' pretty flowers in sunshine burst