I came
For big mountains
And the deep deep snow
For big mountains
And the deep deep snow
I stayed
For the kindness
And the deep deep grow
I stayed
For the kindness
And the deep deep grow
Betwixt and between
Whistler and Blackcomb
And miles of untracked snow
It is August
No snow is falling
But the haze
Of forests burning
The last thing on your mind
Is an avalanche
But it shouldn’t be
They come to rise up
Then to speed down
To glide on silken slopes
The graceful arc of edges
I come for my friends
For the best band in the town
For the wood and the charm
The best Après around