Well, it started out from Bern one sunny August morn
Now, there was just the four of us against the Matterhorn
There was Albert the Australian and John the Irishman
Me and Bill from Britain, yeah, mad dogs in the sun

Matterhorn
Matterhorn
Well, now, men have tried
men have died to climb the Matterhorn
Oh, that mighty Matterhorn

Well, two miles up, we lost John, and our rations fell below
Now, Al and Bill are lying beneath an avalanche of snow
And here I am alone and I know I cannot stop
Just wo more yards in front of me before I reach the top

Matterhorn
Matterhorn
Well, now, men have tried
men have died to climb the Matterhorn
Oh, that mighty Matterhorn

Well, here I am a dying upon the Matterhorn
Not a thing for me to lie in or a thing to keep me warm
Oh, the Queen would surely knight me
if I could get back down
But it′s closer here to Heaven than it is back to the ground

Matterhorn
Matterhorn
Well, now, men have tried
men have died to climb the Matterhorn
Oh, that mighty Matterhorn

Matterhorn
Matterhorn
Well, now, men have tried
men have died to climb the Matterhorn
Oh, that mighty Matterhorn
That mighty Matterhorn