HIGH ON THE MOUNTAIN
Ola Belle Reed

High on the mountain, wind blowin' free
Wondering about the things that used to be.
High on the mountain, standing all alone,
Wondering where the years of my life have gone.

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

O I wonder if you ever think of me
Or if time's blotted out your memory
As I listen to that breeze whisperin gently through the trees
All I hear is what you meant to me.

High on the mountain, wind blowin' free
Wondering about the things that used to be.
High on the mountain, standing all alone,
Wondering where the years of my life have gone.

rich r