The Mountain Waltz

I fear for thee
I’d better be
Encrusted
In your side
Like a goner
A shiny island
Stretching across the sky
Oh, precious mountain
There’s no accounting
What you are doing
To my health
You’re eroding
And I’m dying
So we’re going
So goodbye
Cabin pressure’s falling
And mist is crawling
The night is creeping
The sun has died
Your image is gone
But it lingers on
pressure’s melting
Goodbye