The Call of the High Country

I must return to the high country
To the land of the open sky
For a little cloud is beckoning me
To let the rest of the world go by.

It’s a wild land, yet a peaceful land
With beautiful things to see.
Not a worry to cross my path
And there I can wander free.

The gentle flow of a mountain stream
And the trill of a nesting bird
Or the quiet whisper of the wind through the pines
Are the only sounds to be heard.

The scenes that pass before my eyes
As I walk on a mountain track
Are views that many an artist would paint
And cause him to hurry back

I shall return to the high country
No matter how far I may roam,
For the call from this wild and peaceful land
Tells me I’m returning home.