In the days of the distant mountain,
We counted our inhales;
We laughed at the breakfast table,
And spun our aging tales
 To an audience of newfound friends
 That changed at a climbing rate --
 In the days of the distant mountain,
 We chose to congregate.

In the place of the desert stillness,
We took the daily heat,
The nightly cold, the streaming stars,
And ate what we could eat,
 Til we knew that our time exploring
 Had narrowed to a room --
 In the place of the desert stillness,
 The cactus flowers bloom
   In springtimes we will never see,
   A hazy sunlit dome:
   Beneath the distant mountain
   Is our eternal

   Home.