Have you ever gone vacationing
In the mountains of the west?
Of all the sights I know about
I like their grandeur best.

Just to start your car a rollin'
Over Kansas hot dry plains
That were green and verdant this year
Due to unexpected rains.

Then to see the first great mountains,
Like a cloud within the sky;
And to realize you're near it
As you climb the foot hills high.

First you pick a cozy cabin
Where you'll live those carefree days.
And you'll go and fill the larder,
For a man eats when he plays.

And now upon the morrow
Which trail are you to take?
One leading to the lookout point,
The waterfalls, or lake?

There's also one up to the peak
A climb that's long and rough.
Perhaps you'd like a camping trip
If you have time enough.

So with lunch bag and a sweater,
Sun glasses and a will,
You start upon the upward way
To get a scenic thrill.

It matters not which path you take
The sights will be so grand,
You'll wonder at the magnitude
Of the workings of God's hand.

Though you gaze from a high mountain
Or walk through pine clad vale
Or drive across the great divide
In a fiercely blowing gale,

You'll feel the solitude and grandeur
That those snow capped peaks impart
You know it is a real vacation
As peace and rest slip in your heart.