White and cold from the faraway land You stand high and bold without end The wind and the the sun come to touch your lovely peak Eventhough they sometimes come in shriek
Oh... what beautiful mountain you are You are not that far... you always make us feel high Eventhough we can not fly
The sakura trees are on your feet They line where i usually meet my pete And we walk together by the river bank And watch your snowy peak while i am thinking about pete's money in the bank