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MONI’S LIFE IN THE MOUNTAINS
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just right. He yodeled with satisfaction from the first ledge so lustily down into the valley that many of the sleepers in the Bath House below opened their eyes in amazement, then closed them again at once, for they recognized the sound and knew that they could have an hour longer to sleep, since the goat-boy always came so early. Meanwhile Moni climbed with his goats for an hour longer, farther and farther up to the high cliff’s above.
The higher up he mounted, the broader and more beautiful became the view. From time to time he looked around him, then gazed up into the bright sky, which was becoming bluer and bluer, then began to sing with all his might, louder and louder and more merrily the higher he came:
“Up yonder in the fir trees,
Sing the birds in a choir,
And after the rain comes,
Comes the sun like a fire.
Sing the birds in a choir,
And after the rain comes,
Comes the sun like a fire.
“And the sun and the stars
And the moon in the night,
The dear Lord has made them
To give us delight.
And the moon in the night,
The dear Lord has made them
To give us delight.
“In the spring there are flowers—
They are yellow and gold,
And so blue is the sky then
My joy can’t be told.
They are yellow and gold,
And so blue is the sky then
My joy can’t be told.
