the hills beckon

o’ blue mountains, here we come

to soak in your splendid placid lure

away from toil, away from qualms

amidst a splendour calm and pure

pining for the pines for long

pining for the fresh cool breeze

soul searching evenings throng

the depths of all my memories

let me lie in the meadows plush

let me see the blossoms bloom

see the rhododendrons blush

thwarting every sign of gloom

in the stillness of the night below

time stood still on the lofty peaks

where the shimmering moonlit glow

wandering souls in silence seeks

give me all your loveliness

all that grandeur you accrue

let me sleep a little less

and live a little longer too