One thing I can always come back to,
A most loyal friend.
Nothing I’d rather do,
Until my life’s end.
Cold wind whipping my face,
In the mountain up high.
A most beautiful place,
Evergreens and the sky.
My board I am riding,
Shooting down the mountain,
On my heel and toe sliding,
Snow sprays like a fountain.
It is my annual reward,
The same mountain year after year,
I never get bored,
A place I hold dear.