Asking Nothing of the World

[instrumental - piano and guitar] A weekend in the mountains We are young and alive; part of a mountain tribe Active and fit, with a desire to be part of nature We crave the beauty of the mountains The serenity of a snow-fed lake Asking nothing of the world or the day The morning is cool, a hint of fall We sit in a café in a mountain village Dressed in layers; down vests and hiking boots We blend in; mountain folk Asking nothing of the world or the day Phones in our pockets; newspapers set aside Drinking steaming cups of hot chocolate and coffee We order a breakfast of biscuits, granola, and fruit Waiting for our food, we hold hands and talk about Where to go and what to do; our city lives are on hold Asking nothing of the world or the day Such simple pleasures. A weekend in the mountains Hiking in the morning Making love in the afternoon Enjoying the wonders of the heavens at night Asking nothing of the world or the day