Where the mountains are draped in a mantle of white,
And the peaks touch the stars in the middle of night.
Switzerland rises, a kingdom of snow,
Where the emerald valleys and crystal streams flow.
The Alps stand as giants, majestic and grand,
The ancient white guardians of this magical land.
With the scent of the pine and the crisp, frozen air,
There's a feeling of heaven and peace everywhere.
The lakes of Geneva and Lucerne so deep,
Where the blue-tinted waters in serenity sleep.
Reflecting the chalets and forests of green,
The clearest of mirrors that the world's ever seen.
Through the meadows of wildflowers, purple and gold,
Where the stories of legends and heroes are told.
The sound of the cowbells that rings through the breeze,
And the whisper of wind in the dark fir trees.
The trains wind their way through the tunnel and pass,
Over the glaciers and the dew-covered grass.
From the heights of the Matterhorn, jagged and high,
To the waterfalls tumbling down from the sky.
A sanctuary carved out of ice and of stone,
A beauty so pure that it stands all alone.
In the heart of the world, where the winter is king,
And the soul of the mountain continues to sing.