Climb the mountains
Get the glad tidings
Nature’s peace will fill your soul
Like sunlight to trees
On a clear mountain breeze
Wear sorrow away
At least for today

Climb the mountains
See the wonder around you
Hear the cry of a falcon in flight
Lift your eyes to the sky
Watch the clouds rolling by
Your spirit will be
Eternally free

See the leaves turnin’ gold in autumn
Go to dust as the day goes to night
Proclaimin’ along with the angels
Death’s no more than a door to the light

Climb the mountains
To the dawn of Creation
Hear the psalm of the billowing falls
Meander through flowers
And sunshine for hours

Young John: Chilwell -
Chiwell: What?
Old John: I’m home

Climb the mountains
Get their glad tidings
Leave the dark of the cold city streets
Find a meadow to play in
A forest to pray in
Leave your civilized strife
For a fountain of life!