Up the mountain we go
Don't ask why, I don't know
The North Star dances
Above the white dove
The stairway that never ends
Ends around the bend
Through the door of the sun
The buffalo run to be chased
Through the sky
Higher and higher we clim
I'm not having a good time
The North Star dances
Above the white dove
Out on the plains
I had a vision of iron and steel
Isn't it strange
That my vision is real?