I slowly open my eyes
To the coming of morning
Sunlight streaming through the window
Dust mites dancing in the sunbeam
I put on my ole blue jeans
Stepping out into the morning
Hey, it’s a beautiful morning
Going up the mountain
Packsack slung over my shoulder
Stepping off the porch
With a jaunty stride
I make my way
To the nearby road
The mountain beckons in the distance
Hey, it’s a beautiful morning
Going up the mountain
Kitchen smoke is rising
From the local’s homes
As I walk the road
Plenty of smiles welcome me
As men and women pass me by
Jugs on their shoulders
Or pails in hand
Children with shy smiles
Playing on the road
Hey, it’s a beautiful morning
Going up the mountain
At roads end a trail beckons
Leading me to the river ford
The trail winds up the hillside
Emerging from the forest
The trail levels out
To a field of maze
Not yet ready to harvest
I travel the trail
Walking the fields edge
Hey, it’s a beautiful morning
Going up the mountain
The morning sun becoming warmer
As the trail goes higher
Reaching the next plateau
My route becoming harder
A herd of Granada step aside
As I pass on by
Barb wire fencing block my way
Tossing my backpack over the fence
I scramble on hands and knees
Under the barb wire fence
Grabbing my packsack, I move on
Hey, it’s a beautiful morning
Going up the mountain
The summit is near
The path becoming steeper
There is now a cool breeze
I make my way to an outcropping
To sit and observe
A land that is far-reaching
As far as the eye can see
Mountains tall in the distance
Clouds roaming over the mountains
Mist from the valley
I feel that mountain breeze
Hey, it’s a beautiful morning
Going up the mountain
There is something about
This mountainous country
Of mountains towering overhead
Highlands dot the landscape
Deep valleys slash the land
Mountains are like giants
I like a blade of grass
It is a humble feeling
Hey, it’s a beautiful morning
Going up the mountain