pretty pink clouds in a pale blue sky
an old sun crests those far off hills
old eyes squint in a brand-new light
on a brand-new day on a rock-faced mountaintop
everything waits for the sun's display
those valleys and hills and tops of trees
old eyes smile at the miles and miles
on a brand-new day on a rock-faced mountaintop
coffee tastes good and it smells good too
as steam flows past this grateful nose
old eyes feel things that can't be seen
on a brand-new day on a rock-faced mountaintop