These fertile fields are filled aplenty, a mountain hides behind her gain, where lived a man who lost his lover to the mountain that bears her name. She started up, bitter cold and early, longed to see the sun rise there, where it's said the sun paints the valley all the colors blue to red. Darkness fell, there came a silence, he listened long for her sweetest call, none would come, months turned colder, a sadness he could not resolve. (piano solo w/cello harmony) for a year he tried to find her, took his life upon her peak, was it Sophia, or the grim reminder of the colors she'd never see. He used to come to Sophie's place where the sun paints wide the valley floor colors splashing on the mountain face, only made her dream about them more. The chastened fields now flat and barren once filled with abundant grain, a distant peak, an aging headstone, sits a mountain that bears her name.
