He looked upon the snow-capped peaks
Above the Dillon Lake,
And saw the kind of majesty
No man could ever make.

Jagged, rugged Rockies etched
Against a diamond sky, and
He thought he saw Love's smile
In a cloud that drifted by.

Indian Paint and Columbine
Showed their colors here and there.
A splash of red; a patch of blue,
Their fragrance filled the air.

Two lazy soaring eagles
Surveying the scene below
And dipped their wings in tribute
To the Love that made it so.

Yes, he saw the kind of beauty
That no man could ever make,
In the Alpine panorama
Above the Dillon Lake.