Always sing and sing
To the weary mountain
Every hour shall bring
Love of its rising fountain
The hope is in the try
To show off and give
It opens every sky
With the enjoyment to live
Always listen and listen
To the moods waving
So much in there is hidden
In its ways of craving
Thoughts that no one knows
Because they are of distance
From the morning blows
In their coming trance
Always bring them forward
Freshly garden on
So much in its yard
With purposes of the spun
Lost themes there are found
Singing to your heart
And flow flow around
From a new beginning’s start
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