Up every morning the break of day   His face was wrinkled and his hair was grey   You never know how long a man is staying   Donald made his daily round   Through the meadow and over into the higher ground   Past where the neighborhood kids were playing       Four long miles and more to go   He knew he could make it if he just went slow   Sometimes it's hard to keep believing   But this time he was bound to fly   And he practiced hard as the days went by   You could hear his strong and steady breathing   As he turned to his friends      I will climb that holy mountain   In the hours of the day   Let it drain my sturdy body as it may   I have worked long and hard   To weave this magic from my dreams   And I will not run from it   Till I'm laughing from the summit   If my life should end that moment   Let it be, let it be      Seven kids, a faithful wife   They loved their daddy and they all knew why   He had to try to climb that hill again   The northern face of Mt. Rainier   He had to make it cause he failed last year   Up where the winter steals all seasons      Now most of us will never know   The sounds of the mountains in the freezing cold   And how hard it is to keep on climbing   He just had to listen from the mountain top   Though his leg was missing, he still moved up   And everybody knew the man could make it   As he turned to his friends ...