• Songwriter: Ola Belle Reed

High on the mountain, oh, wind blowin' free
Thinking about the days that used to be
High on the mountain, standing all alone
Wondering where the years of my life had flown

As I look at the valleys down below
They were green just as far as I could see
As my memory turned, oh, how my heart did yearn
For you and the days that used to be

High on the mountain, oh, wind blowin' free
Thinking about the days that used to be
High on the mountain, standing all alone
Wondering where the years of my life had flown

Oh, I wonder if you ever think of me
Or if time has blottеd out your memory
As i listen to that breeze whispеr gently through the trees
I'll always cherish what you meant to me

High on the mountain, oh, wind blowin' free
Thinking about the days that used to be
High on the mountain, standing all alone
Wondering where the years of my life had flown