The mountains are calling, and so I must go
To fall with the leaves in the foresight of snow
To slip through the trees in the quiet of dusk,
The mountains are calling, I must go, I must.

The mountains are calling, and so I must fly
To rise on the stairway that reaches the sky
To tread on the clouds, or as near as I may,
The mountains are calling, and I must away

– s. Clark