Up every morning the break of day His face was wrinkled and his hair was grey You never know how long a man is staying Donald made his daily round Through the meadow and over into the higher ground Past where the neighborhood kids were playing Four long miles and more to go He knew he could make it if he just went slow Sometimes it's hard to keep believing But this time he was bound to fly And he practiced hard as the days went by You could hear his strong and steady breathing As he turned to his friends I will climb that holy mountain In the hours of the day Let it drain my sturdy body as it may I have worked long and hard To weave this magic from my dreams And I will not run from it Till I'm laughing from the summit If my life should end that moment Let it be, let it be Seven kids, a faithful wife They loved their daddy and they all knew why He had to try to climb that hill again The northern face of Mt. Rainier He had to make it cause he failed last year Up where the winter steals all seasons Now most of us will never know The sounds of the mountains in the freezing cold And how hard it is to keep on climbing He just had to listen from the mountain top Though his leg was missing, he still moved up And everybody knew the man could make it As he turned to his friends ...