Ballad of the Mountain

The Ballad of the Mountain,

high above the plains

The cool, crisp air, the whippoorwill,

his song, a sweet refrain

I bask upon the beauty

of the Basin far below

The tall, green grass, I pause afresh

and hum along to the silent lull

The eagle far above me

as king above the earth

He soars far and wide, his mate beside,

returns to the place of his birth

So simple yet so hardened

the way of the mountain life

Weather extremes, clear flowing streams

Stark contrast of bliss and strife

This Ballad of the Mountain

calls me home once more

To bathe afresh in the Lord’s Own Breath

My soul is blissfully restored