As evening paints a sunset, across sky's western face,
I soar above on winds of time, on wings of feathered grace,
In the distance, mountains high, in regal majesty,
Stand watch o'er plains that stretch below, as far as eyes can see.
Sentinels, stone granite peaks, capped in virgin snow,
From their bosoms to the plains, the snow as rivers flow,
'Twixt the peaks and verdant plains, lay the mountain's valley,
Conduit for the alpine streams, from forth the torrents sally.
As hush of evening spreads its dark, the sky irrupts ablaze,
A million twinkling stars above, hearken heaven's praise,
Reflected on the plains below, the twinkling of star's lights,
Unfettered wings of angel's grace, I soar into the night.