A glint of sun above the mountain peak
A piney-scented, soft-as-silk breeze blows
The door to heaven lies beneath my feet
The more I hike the more my solace grows

A piney-scented, soft-as-silk breeze flows
Up Lafayette and Lincoln, Jackson, Jefferson and Clay
Hemlock fronds above me, schist and granite underfoot
My feet rejoice in conversation with the trail
My disposition lightened by the laughing brook

Hemlock fonds above me, schist and granite underfoot
I hike away the blues that kept my spirit dim
My disposition lightened by the laughing brook
I idle by its bank and smell the painted trillium

To hike away the blues that kept my spirit dim
No greater bliss than dust at Sawyer Pond
I idle by its shore and while I throw a pebble in
I see the face of nature painted by the setting sun.

No greater place than Galehead but at dawn
To find the joy that morning light bestows
To hear the voice of nature urge her child to carry on
I hike to find the grace beneath my soles.

To find the joy that wilderness bestows 
And feel the hand of nature put a glow in sallow cheeks
The more I hike the more my solace grows
A glint of sun appears above the Presidential peaks.