In the Rocky Mountains way up high
I hear a sigh I hear a cry
The mountain goats all white with snow
they go where they know
With hooves like springs they jump and climb
As they flow like a mountains glow
Their playgrounds a mountain made of stone
Alone they Rome
Camping under the stones every night
Tho they take a flight
If I could be a mountain goat for a day
Maybe I may I may
