Break out with the dawn, take the high road
Burning off the fog, rattle them bones
Bag strapped to my back, carries the load
Boots laced to my feet, take me from home
Raven is calling in the sky
Rivers running wild be my side
Heather lines the slopes, towering high
Spirit of the valley's on the rise
Voices of the wind, whisper of spring
Ahead by the path the buds are born again
Trees welcome the song bird as he sings
Turning days, slacken grip of winter's rein
Peak captured as embers from the sun
Light heads out that west road till the dawn
Turning of spring has begun
Long road and my boots carry me home