Ski Fever
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I must go back to hills again, to cold and snow and sky
And all ask is a pair of skis and poles to balance by
And cold that stings and wind that blows and white that hurts the eye
And skies so blue and mountains tall and friends to pass the time
I must go back to hills again, for call from swirling snow
Is wild and free that call with cold that numbs my freezing toes
And all I ask are windless days and runs left unexplored
And powder spraying and eagles playing and freezing cold ignored
I must go back to hills again, to fly and soar through snow
To conquer slopes and mountain peaks, to gaze at valleys below
And all I as is sanctuary and warm hot chocolate drinks
And peaceful nap and flickering fire for when the daylight sinks