It's the thin air that calls me The high altitude Not the cold nor the snow I'm not old yet to know solitude The tunneling wind will Whisper and reminisce The rain soaking, the sun still The forest dark, an abyss The hills tower, surround me I'm a child in their nest The first hour, they found me Nurtured by every crest Take me back to the mountain Bring me here to these ranges I drink from its spring fountain To quench all of the changes It's a parallel place To my first origin A new layer, new face I'm embraced from within