I'll climb the mountain. I'll cross the sea.

I'll climb the mountain
I'll cross the sea,
Everything I'll do just to get away
Away, away,
Away.

The rough sail looks exciting
In the 4 degree weather, even.
The snails are buried in the sand
The castles doomed, too.

The horizon in the East is gloomy
There are murders there,
The pols are evil
The poor are poorer.

I'll climb the mountain
I'll cross the sea,
I'll trade my last clothing
I'll burn my last candle.

I'll zoom to the top
and race with the wind
And get to be there
In my dream, somewhere.