It was a dream he had,
of ancient mountain stone.
Of swelling glacial waters,
rolling to his home…

In the city streets,
the dawn
lights up the morning sky.

In far off lands he hears,
the lovers passion sigh…

High in the fantasy,
he spreads his arms as wings,
he looks up in the sky,
the mountains fill his eyes…

And you know the signs,
but you cannot feel,
you cannot feel
the high…