Classic Poem

The mountain shepherd boy am I;
See, all the castles 'neath me lie;
The bright sun's earliest beams I see,
And longest tarry they with me;
I am the boy of the mountain.

The mountain stream has here its head,
I drink it fresh from its stony bed,
As it leaves the rock in its headlong course,
I bar it with my arm across;
I am the boy of the mountain.

The mountain stream has here its head,
I drink it fresh from its stony bed,
As it leaves the rock in its headlong course,
I bar it with my arm across;
I am the boy of the mountain.

The mountain is my own domain,
The tempests round me rage in vain;
Though winds may roar from south to north,
Above them all my song peals forth;
I am the boy of the mountain.

When thunder clouds below me lie
I stand beneath the clear blue sky;
I know them all and breathe the prayer—
My father's home in mercy spare—
I am the boy of the mountain.

But when the alarm bell's notes resound
And signals light the mountains round,
Then down I go and join the throng,
And swing my sword and sing my song;
I am the boy of the mountain.