If they blindfolded me so very good
And took me high far away up there..
I'd still smell the bush's fragrance's
And to breath the high mountain air..
I'd still hear the distant birds all calling
And feel the silence that there does exist..
I'd notice my mind able to think once again
The feeling from being you've been kissed..
And when I removed it slowly I's then see
The buttercups and wildflowers that grow..
I'd pleasure in seeing those gums once more
That look superb when covered with snow..
Once again I'd notice the chocolate vine
And the purple flowers it has up the trees..
I'd thrill at the feeling upon my face again
That high Snowy Mountain one of breeze..
I'd see again the ever high as if floating eagles
As they drift on high looking for a daily meal..
I'd tremble with the inner peace of mind again
That only being there has a soul within feel..
Gazing once again at the clouds upon high
The being there how it has one never feel alone..
The whispers of the high mountain voices
Softly whispering welcome to you back home..