I Must Go Out to the Mountains

I must go out to the mountains,
Where the snow lies white and clean;
Where the beauty is breathtaking'
And the breeze is ever so keen.

I must go out to the mountains,
Where the tops reach the sky's azure blue;
Clouds roll by in the silent sky;
The valley below makes a peaceful view.

I must go out to the mountains,
Things made by God, not man;
A wondrous piece of creation
That will last throughout earth's span.

I must go out to the mountains,
For they are always calling me
Away from the throng on the cities street
Oh, out there I am joyfully free.