Mountains

Peaks as high as an eye can see,
Snow, like hats, cap all the trees.
But in summer, all the birds and bees
Wake from their slumber and sing a melody sweet:
Mountains high! Mountains low! The wind here blows as far as we can go!

Yet in Autumn, or Winter,
All the magpies
Fly to the skies
To somewhere of paradise.
There, they chant:
Mountains far, mountains near!
The wind here blows as far as we go!