The Frosty Mountain

As I stare out into the distance
I see the small people talking and laughing far away
My feet icy as they sink into the cold mountain snow
Come climb with me, come climb with me.

Drip, drip, drip, I feel the thick, heavy rain on my face
And I look ahead I can barely see, but I finally see my skis waiting for me
I fetch my skis from down below and I look up and see...
The mountain dipped with frosty white snow like cream on a hot chocolate
Come climb with me, come climb with me.

I freeze, as I suddenly see a snow wolf staring at me
Its sharp eyes make me shiver and the cold breeze hits my face hard
The wind sings and whistles to me
Oh how I love this mountain breeze
Come climb with me, come climb with me.