Still in valleys wide and clear,

A mountain's comfort calls,

With nature carries forth the way,

To nearby waterfalls,

The mountain's ridges hold their form,

Without batting an eye,

The streams and water wash right through,

Take seconds now to dry,

A comfort that is seen and heard,

The heart can understand,

The valleys near and far alike,

Are welcomed in the land,

And as this moment deepens,

Like a herd of ibex still,

Your comfort now shall be restored,

Call forth now does your will.