the vines they creep and slither,
through the mountain pass,
neverending, leaves are trembling,
in a green and golden mass.

the vines they snake their way,
through the jungle green and bright,
everywhere you go,
the leaves are still in sight

the vines they curl and shake,
in the wind that blows them so,
going on forever, but where they'll end,
i'm afraid we'll never know.