[Lyrics: Beth Malcolm]
When I dream of the Mountains
I yearn to breathe
I was born in the mountains
I was born among trees
When I speak of the mountains
I yearn to roam free
I was torn from the mountains
From the yows and golden fields
When I walk to the mountains
I follow the carrying stream
Oooh
When I die in the mountains
I will die among trees
When I die in the mountains
I will live on a breeze