If you want to impress me

Caress me with a triple diamond.

Guide me to the butte

Take me down the chute,

Meet me at the colouir

With the hanging rock above

And the Northern Star below.

Be my Picabo Street or Tom Moe

And when I take a long spill

Be there for my landing

Pick up the hat, gloves and poles.

Just don't let me lay there broken

To pieces all over the slope

With gapers staring from the top.

And when I am done

Unbuckle my boots, Let

Me carry the skis -- Just

Take me back to the roots.