We drive towards them
They hide the sun
Their power has only just begun

Their rocks and rivers
Are gems on a crown
As we look up and they gaze down

Their snowy sunsets
Reflect the sky
Where mighty eagles sour and fly

Their stony sides
Are clothed with pine
Till God had drawn the verdant line

We drive towards them
They rise before
These mountains wrapped in legend and lore

And we drive on

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