Way up in the lofty mountains
Where the snowflakes fall all day,
That’s where you find the silver fountains,
And the streams flowing down the way.
Way up in the lofty mountains,
Where the raindrops fall in May,
While the blue jays drink from the fountains,
And all mountain life is gay.
Way up in the lofty mountains,
There the hunter seeks his way,
There the tourists visit the fountain,
And the Christian sees God’s way.