somewhere over Gothab

I could feel the icy breath

Of the wind over the ice

It was a peaceful touch

And I am but me

And I am the multitude

I am but a drop of water

And I am the ocean

And the mist and the dew

Somewhere over Gothab

I closed my eyes

And dreamed

Of snow covered mountains

And warm white sand beaches

I am but a grain of sand

I am but a flake of snow

And I am the frozen ice of the poles

And I am the rock and sand

From Alaska to the tip of South America

Somewhere over Gothab

I sleep