You wander around in a high alpine cloud,And you don't see the views that you're here for.You climb hills with me, have lunch ‘neath a tree,And the weather is not what you care for.
I've climbed this peak a hundred times before.Pack up your tent, my love, and close the door.
Don't sleep in the tent my darlin',Don't camp in the pouring rain.Don't sleep in the tent my darlin'.The hut is warm,Forget your lightweight tent,It's dry in here,And you're beside me again.
You try to keep warm in your tent in the storm,But the wind cold and rain are quite chilling.Oh, you don't seem to know that it's cold in the snow,And the temperature's low and it's killing.Comfort is hard when it's five below,So why persist when you've somewhere else to go?
Don't sleep in the tent my darlin',Don't camp in the pouring rain.Don't sleep in the tent my darlin'.The hut is warm,Forget your lightweight tent,It's dry in here,Now you're beside me again.
The fire is hot and I think it's the spot,To relax and drink hot tea all the morning.It's nice here and dry, let the weather pass by,And the heat makes us sleepy, we're yawning.It's good to sit on chairs and watch the snow.Just stay with me and let the day go slow.
Don't sleep in the tent my darlin',Don't camp in the pouring rain.Don't sleep in the tent my darlin'.The hut is warm,Forget your lightweight tent,It's dry in here,And you're beside me again.
Don't sleep in the tent my darlin',Don't camp in the pouring rain.Don't sleep in the tent my darlin'.
Bushwalk
