My mind just now was in the valley.
In the village, listening wondrous.
Strauss's strings were drifting down,
Curling through the misty town.

Back up on the peak again now.
The misty layers are all around.
Strauss has left his spirit here
And curled it round my lonely fear.

There's nothing here, nothing to feel.
I sit alone behind the wheel.
For four days now my soul's been swimming.
Now I find my spirit dimming.

Is this my fate, to sit alone?
My heart is here, but this ain't home.
I cannot just stop here to sleep,
I need a nook in which to creep.