We started out from Bern one sunny August morn
There was just the four of us against the Matterhorn
There was Albert the Australian and John the Irishman
Me and Bill from Britain, mad dogs in the sun
Matterhorn, Matterhorn
Men have tried and men have died to climb the Matterhorn
That mighty Matterhorn
Two miles up we lost John and our rations fell below
Now Al and Bill are lying beneath an avalanche of snow
Now here I am alone now and I know I cannot stop
For two more yards in front of me until I reach the top
Matterhorn, Matterhorn
Men have tried and men have died to climb the Matterhorn
That mighty Matterhorn
Well here I am a dying upon the Matterhorn
Not a grave for me to lie in or a grave to keep me warm
And the Queen would surely knight me if I could get back down
It's closer here to heaven than it is back to the ground
Matterhorn, Matterhorn
Men have tried and men have died to climb the Matterhorn
That mighty Matterhorn
That mighty Matterhorn
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