by Ola Belle Reed, © Midstream Music (BMI). Used by Permission.
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.
Chorus:
High on a mountain, wind blowin’ free,
Thinkin’ about the days that used to be.
High on a mountain, standing all alone,
Wonderin’ where the years of my life have flown.
Oh I wonder if you ever think of me,
Or if time has blotted out your memory
As I listen