Over the mountains

Somewhere far, far away

Is where I will be heading

I will get there someday.

Cross the hills

Escape the prairie

Past the forest

Is where I shall seek.

It’s where grass shine golden

Clouds translucent white

Stars shining brightly

Not just today, but every night.

Over the mountains and far away

I tell all where I aim to roam

Exceeding imaginary standards,

When you see, you will know.