As I looked at the valleys down below

They were green just as far as I could see.

As my memory returned, oh how my heart did yearn

for you and the day that used to be.

(Chorus)

High on a mountain oh, wind blowin' free

Thinking about the days that used to be.

High on a mountain oh, standin' all alone

Wondering where the years of my life has flown.

Oh I wonder if you ever think of me
or if time has blotted out your memory.
As I listen to the breeze, whisper gently through the trees
I'll always cherish what you meant to me.

Copyright: MIDSTREAM MUSIC
Writer(s): ALEX CAMPBELL, OLA BELLE REED