Somewhere Beyond the Mountains

Somewhere beyond the mountains, just beyond the pass. Somewhere beyond the mountains where you smiled to me your last. In Paradise, I'll meet you, your hair of burnished gold, sparkling like grain at harvest time. We'll never again grow old. There'll be no more temptation, no more straying off the path; there'll be no more sorrow, for that will all be passed. I'll meet you in the stream of life. We'll fly beyond the clouds. Somewhere beyond the mountains; no one has to speak out loud. Yet every thought we think of we will surely know; somewhere beyond the mountains; on clouds as pure as snow. Janet Marie Bingham