The tops of crags and cliffs, the air is thin So we'll find a mountain path on down the hill Meet me where the snow mount flows It is there, my dear, where we will begin again Skipping stones, braiding hair Last year's antlers mark the trail
Take us back, oh, take us back Oh, take us, take us back Take us back, oh, take us back Oh, take us, take us back
When the higher hills have turned blue And the waves are lapping where the children grew All that we have know will be an echo Of days when love was true Muted voices just beyond The silent surface of what has gone