The infant river plays along
Pines line up proud and high
Thats where i wanna be
Thats where i belong
Chilly breeze touches the bones of your face
The magic of pure caress
The pipe and the smoke
Fill the lungs at every stroke
Climbing up the tallest pass
Walking past the fields of wheat and grass
To the place thats gods own kingdom
In search of absolute freedom
Walk and climb and keep walking
Backpacks and silly talking
The bustle is left so far behind
The bad hangover of the fake world,
all but washed away
Like dripping mountain water,
so clear is my mind.
