Silhouetted in my eye,
The snow-capped mountains rise,
Reflected forward to the sunset clouds,
Meet the water-colored skies.
Long ago I journeyed here,
'neath this canopy of white,
But too long ago I sought myself,
And too low I set my sight.
The voice from in the valley,
Whispered sweetly in my ear.
The call made from the city
Drew me well away from here.
So long I labored, well I wrought
My talents into gold,
But never below passed there a day,
When I was welcomed in the fold.
I could not abide with sheep, Below the guard dog's watchful eye. I had to go, ascend, be free, But first, I had to fly. So hello, mountains, once again, From this refugee from lies, Who in the valley shall not dwell When he can touch the painted skies.