Living in the Mountains

Living in the extremes
Where winds have strength beyond their means
Roaring is the theme one hears
The gurgling rush of the screaming streams
Rushing headlong over rocks
Each blast comes through the trees
Living in the mountains
Can leave you on your knees
Praying to the goddess
To calm herself and try
To quieten down her rampage
That opens up the sky
And hits our home with anger
Pelts the glassy pane
Rattles on the old Welsh slate
That that heavy torrent rain

A great draught down the chimney
Nature puts on test
An icy wind comes calling
And those of us that rest
On our laurels in the high peaks
We understand and know
And love the extremes of mountain life
With all the puff and blow