Majestic mountains reaching up towards the sky
With such beauty to fill a young lads eye
A calling which started long ago with my dad
As he took to the mountains every chance that he had

Taking us among rolling hills and clear gentle streams
What memories he did leave us to carry in our dreams
Watching a big full moon rise high on a summer night
Giving such a beauty to the mountains with its light

The call of the mountains Dad instilled deep in my soul
And tho I lived near the big city Shenandoah was my goal.
When I was finished school to those mountains I did come
Not even knowing where my work or food would come from

In a little six room house with no water and only a path
Chopping wood for the tin heater for water for a bath
Times were sure hard but I could always smile
For the beauty of the valley made it all worthwhile

Swimming or fishing at the creek, we made our own fun
Or just a walk along the bank was nice when we were done
Swinging over the water on the grapevine was always a treat
And so such fun to cool off from the hot summer heat

That was long ago when I began having my Dad's dreams
But I still can see in his eyes that far away gleam
When he would plan for those trips, the days a countin'
I'm carring out Dad's dream for those majestic mountains

Sept 9 2008 by John/Heavens Gates

This ones for you Dad