How black the night With stars so bright
No human light To dim my sight

River runs Rushing sound
Make your way From higher ground

The moonlit sheep No legs are seen
Like floating clouds On fields of dream

Fallen boughs Broken and old
Collected kindling To fight the cold

Through melting frost We mustn't stop
The climb goes on To mountain top

The top of Sugarloaf We reach at last
Welcomed by An icy blast

Too cold to stop On mountain top
So down we goes To bruise our toes

Valleys deep Black Mountains high
Countless sheep Endless sky.