Down The Mountain

Clunk, Clunk, Clunk
I walk into the old open elevator
With my heavy hired ski boots on

The sky is beautifully bright
I almost lose my sight
Getting on the gondola
My aunt doesn't look down
Still on her face I see a frown

I have reached the top
Swoosh, Swoosh, Swoosh
There go skiers passing by
Oh look at them fly!

Half of the mountain is as tall as the one at home
Why didn't I bring my phone?
The day has come
I face my fear
Here I go 
Down, Down, Down

The trees are smiling as I go down
At the bottom all of my family cheer.