High on a Mountain ©2005 Richard March In the biggest, bright white letters was Our city's name with pride for all to see And every girl and boy would learn the word Shout it smiling from the far backseat We'd climb up searching crystal, While the bay wind nearly knocked us on our feet... memory sweet And we were High on a Mountain, I look down, and I rest my head There's a wet wind, whipping around us, city lights glow gold and red. With station wagons loaded down, Friday night we're flying out of town. The city slowly disappears, and soon we'll fall asleep to forest sounds With the night sky bright above us, We'll search for shooting stars that dance around... heaven's crown And we're High on a mountain, I look down, and I rest my head. There's a dry wind softly sounding; Through the trees, and it keeps me fed. When the warmer days have come and gone We'll head up past the snowline for a while The cold air smells of evergreen And you feel like you could run a country mile We'll play all day in powder 'Til the hardest heart is smiling like a child... free and wild And we're High on a mountain I look down, and I rest my head. There's a cool wind softly sounding, through the trees, And it keeps me fed