Up in the mountains
In the trees
The Sun is shining
And there's a breeze
There lays a village
On the side of a hill
Full of streams and rivers
And an old grist mill
Where friends can be found
And the people ring-a-round
Busting life and laughing sounds
Friendly cats and lots of hounds
Up in the mountains
By the seas
The clouds are drifting
But it's just a tease
There lays a land
On Earth's window sill
Fell of generations passed
But times still sits still
Folks are playing tunes
Or games with magic runes
Rolling around without a care
Gliding with wind in your hair