Country Gentlemen (The)
Matterhorn
We started out from Bern one sunny August mornThere was just the four of us against the MatterhornThere was Albert the Australian and John the IrishmanMe and Bill from Britain, mad dogs in the sun Matterhorn, Matterhorn Men have tried and men have died to climb the Matterhorn That mighty MatterhornTwo miles up we lost John and our rations fell belowNow Al and Bill are lying beneath an avalanche of snowNow here I am alone and I know I cannot stopTwo more yards in front of me before I reach the topNow here I am a dying upon the MatterhornNot a thing for me to lie in or a thing to keep me warmThe Queen would surely knight me if I could get back downBut it's closer here to heaven than it is back to the ground
From Letras Mania