The mountain is a lady, I’ve seen her many faces…
I’ve traveled many highways, and I’ve been to many places….
But none have held the mystery or the magic this one does…
Of all that came before her, and all that ever was….

I gaze upon the mountain, rising high into the clouds…
The mist that gathers at the top surrounds the peak in shrouds…
On one side of the lady, the forest is so green…
On the other it is barren, brown, and rocky, and obscene…

On my side of the mountain, the air is cool and clean…
On the far side of the lady, the sun is cruel and mean…
I find she is a paradox, of all that’s good and bad…
Of everything that’s happy, and all things that are sad…

Abundance on the one side, desolation on the other…
I feel myself so drawn to her, as a child draws near its mother….
I marvel at her beauty, each day she seems brand new…
And often as I sit here, admiring the view…

As the sun sets there behind her, and bathes her in its light…
And the colors dance around her, as she fades into the night…
A silhouette in time, as she transcends the dawning ages…
A millennium of history, going through her many stages…

 The mountain is a lady, I’ve seen her many faces…
I’ve traveled many highways, and I’ve been to many places….
But none have held the mystery or the magic this one does…
Of all that came before her, and all that ever was….