U K Hero
Oí how I adore that mountain high
Itís Streams of tears and bumbling daughters
To join a partner in Rivers sly,
It stands in grace so fair and tall
Yet few can climb her they fear to fall
But all do stand and non-do lie.
For in that nation hailed Norway
In books and tales of lands far away
Lie stories old of want and tease,
For it is told, that only one reignís supreme
And men and nature are on their knees
To win the beguile of that Northern Queen.
For no earthly mortal can win her favour
When angels stole the heavenís thunder
To build a temptress with their spoils,
And with this plunder spun and weaved
A veil of mystery for man they leave
My word, she is a notey challenge.
Her peaks are lips to test menís reach
The body alluring to master and breach
Its creation not solely by powers higher,
Iím sure the devil a stitch did pry
For some men win and some not try
But all men lust to know her.
For I alone with this lover lie
And touch her tears of bumbling daughters
To join together in rivers sly,
I stand in gait so lean and tall
And men they know me jealous all
For God he built my mountain high.
U K Hero