High up, high up on the mountain we’ve found our chalet.
It’s sloping and rough walls will shelter us without a care.
And each Girl Scout and Guide shall find a welcome there.
High up, high up on the mountain, we’ll go to our chalet.
Our simple life is free, our hearts are light, our songs are gay.
We ever shall remember the joys of our chalet.
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