Homesick

In the shadow of the Mountain
is where I've made my home.
Amid green and fertile valleys
that stretch from peak to foam.
They always draw me back again,
how ever far I roam.
There, on the shores of Puget Sound,
I'll always be at home.

In the shadow of the Mountain
live those whom I love best.
Those who cause my heart to sing and
my weary soul to rest.
Whate'er the reason I must go,
their absence leaves me pressed
to get back to the Cascade range
and hold those I love best.

In the shadow of the Mountain
is where I long to be.
Too many Rainier sunrises
have passed there without me.
But, as Olympus starts to flame
and Sol slides to the sea
in the shadow of the Mountain
I, once again, will be.