High on the mountain oh wind blowing free
Thinking about the days that used to be
High on the mountain standing all alone
Wondering where the years of my life had flown

As I looked at the valleys down below
They were green just as far as I could see
As my memory turned oh how my heart did yearn
For you and the days that used to be

Oh I wonder if you ever think of me
Or if time has blotted out your memory
As I listen to that breeze whisper gently through the trees
I’ll always cherish what you meant to me

[1] High on the [^b7] mountain oh [1] wind blowing [4] free
[1] Thinking about the [5] days that used to [1] be
High on the [^b7] mountain [1] standing all a-[4]-lone
[1] Wondering where the [5] years of my life had [1] flown

[1] As I looked at the [^b7] valleys down be-[1]-low
They were green just as [^b7] far as I could [1] see
As my memory [^b7] turned oh [1] how my heart did [4] yearn
For [1] you and the [^b7] days that used to [1] be

Oh I wonder if you ever think of me
Or if time has blotted out your memory
As I listen to that breeze whisper gently through the trees
I’ll always cherish what you meant to me