| We were leaving the mountain, it needed the day
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| I watched as the whiteness melted away
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| Our driver liked talking, with the hills in his eyes
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| And he mentioned a forest buried in ice
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| He wanted to go and show it off glistening
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| And it all came alive in our listening
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| I could hear crisp Edelweiss
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| Just in the words that rang in my mind
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| It really did glow like art in a gallery
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| In the mind, and then it was vanishing
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| And that place that was there
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| Deep in thе land
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| It put something new in the air
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| Down in the valley, homes letting out smoke
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| And signs of landslides, I saw as he spoke
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| Dad said "let's go there, it's right on our way"
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| But we didn't have time to, we'll see it someday
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| He wanted to go and show it off glistening
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| And it all came alive in our listening
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| I could hear crisp Edelweiss
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| Just in the words that rang in my mind
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| It really did glow like art in a gallery
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| In the mind, and then it was vanishing
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| And that place in the land
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| One of those things you try
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| But you can't understand
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| One of those things you try
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| But you can't understand |