My Friend, won’t you take my hand
And I’ll lead you to that land
Where the mountain breeze all stand,
Ready to blow your lovely hair
And cool your body with her air
And play you music with her birds
Yes! The birds of paradise, in reds
Black, white, yellow, and more
For the beauty of nature is still there in store,
The tranquility, we’ll not ignore

We can walk and talk, and rock
With the virgin...