I stood on yon mountain
I was trees in all colors
I was the smoke rising from the valley
I was the musty smell of leaves
I was a clear 10 miles
I was the coal beneath the dirt
I was an ache in the lungs

I stood on yon mountain
I was a hand in a glove
I was rocks, slippery in the river
I was tumbling on the way down
I was closer to the sky
I was the thin air