I want to climb that mountain to see up high.
I want to walk and talk with my Jesus, way past the sky.
I would like to gather flowers in the valley below.
Gather together snowflakes along side Jesus, where we go.

I would like to listen to the whippoorwill, as it sings
Into my heart a melody of music, to me, my Savior brings.
I like to watch the snowflakes falling, from a cloudy sky.
Then talk with Jesus as the clouds go rolling by.

Ask the ways of yonder would He be pleased for me to go,
Maybe upon the mountaintop, and look far down below?
See the Shepherds in the valleys; softly prodding sheep.
However, what I hear from Jesus is what I want to keep.

Let us climb that old mountain; climb from every side,
Until we know Jesus and know, we are His bride.
I want to listen to the sweetest words ever uttered.
I’d like to talk straight with Him; never ever stutter.

One day we shall see Him coming, in beautiful cloud.
Will we all just whisper our thoughts, or say aloud?
Lord, please take me with you; we know you love us so.
Then where ere ye shall stand tomorrow, let us too, go.

Copyright © Pearlie Duncan Walker
September 15, 2007

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