Ewan MacColl's "Joy of Living" gets me. As a climber/ mountaineer I'm familiar with all the places mentioned. It'll be played at my funeral.

I played it for the first time in ages on a compilation CD in the car, about 4 years ago, en-route to a climbing weekend in Wales. I had to pull over into a lay-by on the A5. Fortunately I was transporting a car full of climbing women...if it'd been 3 gnarly blokes I'd never have heard the last of it in the pub, but even after several years, none of the girls have ever said owt!