An early winter sun
Rises in the morning
Its light races across the prairie and
Stops

Crashing against
the Longs Peak Mountains
Its face alight in red and orange and yellow
As if in fire

But the fire reside elsewhere
In the heart of the seer
In the mind of the viewer
And sings in the ears of the same

The song beacons you to it
The Mountains song pulls your heart
To walk along its Peak
And look out on the world

It beacons you to stand in awe
To see an early winter sun rise
Racing across the prairie
And crash upon the Peak

And in the fire sing
Your voice adding to its beautiful
To its song upon the world
That calls the heart
The mind
The ear
Calls all the world

To the Mountains song