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ALPINE SONG.
With alpenstock and knapsack light
I wander o'er hill and valley,
I climb the snow-peak's flashing height
And sleep in the sheltered chalet,—
Free in heart—happy and free—
This is the summer life for me.
I wander o'er hill and valley,
I climb the snow-peak's flashing height
And sleep in the sheltered chalet,—
Free in heart—happy and free—
This is the summer life for me.
The city's dust I leave behind
For the keen, sweet air of the mountain,
The grassy path by the wild rose lined,
The gush of the living fountain,—
Free in heart—happy and free—
This is the summer life for me.
For the keen, sweet air of the mountain,
The grassy path by the wild rose lined,
The gush of the living fountain,—
Free in heart—happy and free—
This is the summer life for me.
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High above me snow-clouds rise
In the early morning gleaming;
And the patterned valley beneath me lies
Softly in sunshine dreaming,—
Free in heart—happy and free—
This is the summer life for me.
In the early morning gleaming;
And the patterned valley beneath me lies
Softly in sunshine dreaming,—
Free in heart—happy and free—
This is the summer life for me.
The bells of wandering herds I list
Chiming in upland meadows;
How sweet they sound, as I lie at rest
Under the dark pine shadows!—
Glad in heart—happy and free—
This is the summer life for me.
Chiming in upland meadows;
How sweet they sound, as I lie at rest
Under the dark pine shadows!—
Glad in heart—happy and free—
This is the summer life for me.
The thundering lawine's roar I hear,
And the torrent's foamy bounding;
And the steep crag's answer sweet and clear,
When the alpine horn is sounding,—
Glad in heart—happy and free,
This is the summer life for me.
And the torrent's foamy bounding;
And the steep crag's answer sweet and clear,
When the alpine horn is sounding,—
Glad in heart—happy and free,
This is the summer life for me.
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A good stout alpenstock in hand,
A flask from my shoulder swinging,
And a rose in my hat, o'er the Oberland
I wander for ever singing,—
Glad in heart—happy and free,
This is the summer life for me.
A flask from my shoulder swinging,
And a rose in my hat, o'er the Oberland
I wander for ever singing,—
Glad in heart—happy and free,
This is the summer life for me.
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