When the sun is beating down
On this dusty desert town,
I gotta go,
To hike in the mountains
Where the streams turn into fountains.
I gotta go
Where the air is fresh and cool,
Beats a chlorinated pool.
I gotta go
To the highest point I know
Covered with the purest snow.
I gotta go!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Go Debora! Go, GO! ~Shane~