High On A Mountain

as I look at the valley down below,

it's green, as far as I (eye?) can see.as my memories return,

oh, how my heart does yearn,

for you, and the days that used to be.high, on a mountain,

wind blowing Free,

i wonder if you still remember me.i wonder if you still remember me.

or has time erased your memory ?

as i listen to the breeze

whisper gently through the trees,

i wonder if you ever think of me.