It’s the end of easy days.
End of the summer holiday.
Come my friends this is
the last night of our own.

Wise old man humming the song.
It’s time to walk away from home.
Oh, my friends stay with me
‘til the break of dawn.

Climb with me to the mountain high
to love in the pouring rain.
To run from the world like a runaway child to
the freedom the wise man gave.
Close your eyes from the morning sun.
Fly on the rising wind.
Out of reach on the mountain high
at the end of the easy days.

Along the mountainside we roam.
Following the wise man’s song.
Higher and higher
‘til the world fades away.

Climb with me to the mountain high
to love in the pouring rain.
To run from the world like a runaway child to
the freedom the wise man gave.
Close your eyes from the morning sun.
Fly on the rising wind.
Out of reach on the mountain high
at the end of the easy days.

It’s the end of easy days.
End of summer holiday.
Come my friends this is
the last night of our own.
Climb with me to the mountain high
to love in the pouring rain.
To run from the world like a runaway child to
the freedom the wise man gave.
Close your eyes from the morning sun.
Fly on the rising wind.
Out of reach on the mountain high
at the end of the easy days.