High

High upon a mountain top

Where the eagle builds his nest

I shall go wandering,

Trying to put my mind at rest,

And I shall never cease

Until the day I die.

He was once a friend of mine,

But I did not know or care

Until she said goodbye.

I cried till I could hardly see

The meaning of my life.

What do I do now?

High upon a mountain top

Where the eagle builds his nest

I shall go wandering,

Trying to put my mind at rest,

And I shall never cease

Until the day I die.