Moving To The Mountains

I'm moving to the mountains
For it is where I belong
I'm going to the mountains
Where I can feel at home

The fresh crisp morning air simply calls my name
Not to go there would be such a shame
I've lived my life for others most of the time
The mountains will fulfill a dream of mine

At night when I am sleeping and dreams run through my head
There's birds singing, leaves rustling and deer nestled in their bed
The window is now open and the breeze is coming through
I feel at home here in the mountains with skies so very blue