Clatter, Clatter, Clatter

Wood against metal against snow

Clatter, Clatter, Clatter

Down the great hill we go

Take the turn slowly

Hands grip the wood

Gliding down softly

So far all is good

The sound of the pavement scrapeing the sled

The sound of the sliding of snow

The sound of the sled clattering on

The sound of us ready to go

At the top of the mountain

We look down on our fate

Hoping our sled

Will fly true and fly straight

Hands grip the handlebars

Eyes look ahead

Fears are forgotten

We cling fast to our sled

Down we now plummet

Quick through snow

Lean left then lean right

Now faster we go

The sound of the runners scraping the ice

The sound of the wind rushing by

The sound of the sled clattering on

The sound of us yelling till dry

Now we have left the hill

Gliding on faster

Yet we are racing still

On to disaster

Into the woods we fly

Crashing through the snow

Our ride is almost done

And yet still on we go

We ram into the spotless white

Our speed has waved goodbye

We tumble off our trusty steed

And in the snow we lie

The sound of the silence filling the sky

The sound of the now solid floor

The sound of the sled stopped now at last

The sound of us yelling for more