The Wind in the Mountains

I love the wind in the mountains

I love the wind in the hills

I love the ripple of water

over the high mountain rills.

I’ve made a bed near the willows

A bed on the sun-heated grass

I’ll watch the light on the water

and watch my thoughts ambling pass

and let the day ambling pass

and let the day ambling pass

Will I not some day build a dam here

to freshen some cleared mountain fields

and to turn a wheel on a crankshaft

for the power the water-run yields?

And yet through all my workings

the mountain stream onward will go

I will sit by my millrace

and watch it agelessly flow

as I age it will agelessly flow

as I age it will agelessly flow