Ronda, On The Mountain Top

Ronda, on the mountain top,
Such a vision of beauty,
How I spiralled to approach thee,
Saw the world stretched out before me.
You do this to me.
Ronda, on the mountain top,
Such a feeling inside,
Saw the view, then I died,
A street sign was my guide.
You do this to me.
O Ronda, you moved me,
Infinite beauty.
You reached out and touched me,
Burnt your name on my soul.
Skies of purest blue,
That breathtaking view,
Ronda, I love you,
Virtues to extol.
Ronda, on the mountain top,
The chime of the church bells,
At the sound, my heart swells,
Now I understand Orson Welles,
You do this to me.
Ronda, on the mountain top,
You could brighten the darkest day,
You certainly took my breath away,
I feel just like Ernest Hemingway,
You do this to me.
O Ronda, you moved me,
Infinite beauty.
You reached out and touched me,
Burnt your name on my soul.
Skies of purest blue,
That breathtaking view,
Ronda, I love you,
Virtues to extol.
Standing on your mountain top,
(Ronda, I’m alive)
Looking down from your bridge,
(Ronda, I’m alive).
O Ronda, you moved me,
Infinite beauty.
You reached out and touched me,
Burnt your name on my soul.
Skies of purest blue,
That breathtaking view,
Ronda, I love you,
Virtues to extol.
O Ronda, you moved me,
Infinite beauty.
You reached out and touched me,
Burnt your name on my soul.
Skies of purest blue,
That breathtaking view,
Ronda, I love you,
Virtues to extol.