At the Mountain Peak

Yes, A mountain pick for you Where the sky is close And the clouds covers Where the breeze is sweet And the air is gentle Where roses grow Lovely flowers are there, Beautiful Marbles are there Sliding ice is there Trees to climb are there We build a little home A small house of joy The temple of our lord And the our kneelings be there. We leave footprints And our kids drawings And marked fields And the waterfalls There be springs of life And the sprinkling water There we swim , and sing And the gladness our way Your days be peak and my life be snow Peak and the snow kiss and hug gently as friends