Thirty degrees, there is a deep, eerie moan

A gale blowing from the westward sets the tone

Mountain top strewn across with weathered  boulders

Mother of mountains offering up icy cold shoulders

White foam laced with charcoal swirling above

Freezing rain, snow pelting me, here, is no love

For the view, to sense the raw power I came

Mountain adventure, turned into deadly serious game

Will I safely descend or atop, perish

My mind races with fears I wish to banish

Dolly Sods you fickle lady of majesty

Why did you lure me this day to see thee

I'll gladly offer a quick treaty to set me free

I will return in late spring

If we can only work through this thing

To be found in thawing ice, not my desire

Have you trapped me here atop to expire

Visibilty the hand in front of me, not more

Will your summer rains deposit me on a river's shore

Paraly not a possibility, I can see

You are more than the match of me

For mercy I now plead with thee

Set me free from the icy grip of your clouds

I will thank thee over and over aloud

Dolly Sods, Dolly Sods, on the frailty of me

I beg your mercy