The Country Gentlemen - Matterhorn

We ^Cstarted out from Bern one ^Amsunny August morn ^FThere was just the four of us against the Matter^Chorn There was ^AmAlbert the Australian and ^CJohn the Irishman ^FMe and Bill from Britain, mad dogs in the ^Csun

Matter^Amhorn, Matterhorn ^FMen have tried and ^Cmen have died to ^Fclimb the ^CMatterhorn That ^Fmighty Matter^Chorn

^CTwo miles up we lost John and our ^Amrations fell below Now ^FAl and Bill are lying beneath an avalanche of ^Csnow Now ^Amhere I am alone and I ^Cknow I cannot stop ^FTwo more yards in front of me before I reach the ^Ctop

Matter^Amhorn, Matterhorn ^FMen have tried and ^Cmen have died to ^Fclimb the ^CMatterhorn That ^Fmighty Matter^Chorn

Now ^Chere I am a dying u^Ampon the Matterhorn Not a ^Fthing for me to lie in or a thing to keep me ^Cwarm The ^Amqueen would surely knight me if ^CI could get back down But it's ^Fcloser here to heaven than it is back to the ^Cground

Matter^Amhorn, Matterhorn ^FMen have tried and ^Cmen have died to ^Fclimb the ^CMatterhorn That ^Fmighty Matter^Chorn