Oh, when will I see the mountains once more?
I want to feel the crisp air on my face.
The day I had to leave them my heart tore.
At my home there is not such a fast pace.
As much as I don't want to leave, I must.
I leave memories and the good ole days,
Yet I will eventually adjust.
Back to the city and buildings I go
If I think hard, I am already back
Though not in body, but all in my mind.
I will finish my duties right on track.
Bounding with knowledge and much more refined
It will all be worth it that lovely day.
Hello, my mountains, I am here to stay.