paroles de chanson Matterhorn - The Dead South

We started out from Bern one sunny August morn'
There was just the four of us against the Matterhorn
There was Albert the Australian and John the Irishman
Me and Bill from Britain, mad dogs in the sun

Matterhorn, Matterhorn
Men have tried and men have died to climb the Matterhorn
That mighty Matterhorn

Two miles up, we lost John and our rations fell below
Now Al and Bill are lying beneath an avalanche of snow
Now here I am alone now, and I know I cannot stop
Two more yards in front of me until I reach the top

Matterhorn, Matterhorn
Men have tried and men have died to climb the Matterhorn
That mighty Matterhorn

Well, here I am a dying upon the Matterhorn
Not a grave for me to lie in nor grave to keep me warm
And the Queen would surely knight me if I could get back down
But it's closer here to heaven
Than it is back to the ground

Matterhorn, Matterhorn
Men have tried and men have died to climb the Matterhorn
That mighty Matterhorn
That mighty Matterhorn