Over the ridge there are lions,
Over the ridge there are warriors of old,
Over the ridge there are waterfalls crying,
And the mountains of water are flowing with gold.
Over the ridge there are cowherds,
Over the ridge there are maidens in sight,
Over the ridge there are leaves never-dying,
And the forests are glowing with chants of delight.
Over the ridge there is memory,
Over the ridge there’s a mother in wait,
Over the ridge there’s no danger of treachery,
And the old man is crying for his soon joyful fate.
