High
Upon a Rocky Mountain High
Jagged Peaks pierce blue, clear sky
Angels plan the day’s affairs
And who should host them unawares
And whose lives they should elevate
And which poor souls will have to wait
So high, only eagles soar above
Unless you count the Spirit–Dove
This is where I yearn to be
Alone in such serenity
Silent angels study me—
I’m trapped in Time; they, Eternity
Upon a Rocky Mountain High
Let me live or let me die
The air is thin..and cool…and crisp
Not like here, not like this
No traffic jams, all elbow space
That kind of life I swear I’d embrace
Where angels gather because they can
So high above the cares of man
So close to God you can feel his breath
So full of life, so far from death
Where songs endure though singers die
—A Rocky Mountain lullaby
