On The Road To Baguio

The highland's mouth in morning light, Its winding path climbs high above, Through pine trees crowned in misty white, We're on the road to Baguio The pressure in my ears I feel, As fog embraces mountain's view, Past strawberry fields, the air surreal, We're on the road to Baguio Swift soaring birds, their songs so clear! They echo through the valley's plains, The vast blue sky draws ever near, We're on the road to Baguio Beyond its beads of tales untold, Its cloak of clouds and morning dew, Sweet memories one by one unfold, We're on the road to Baguio -