Many.......... many years ago
In a foreign land all white with snow
A man came up with a wonderous thought
As every day through the drifts he fought.
He felled a tree, and then took 2 branches
To help him through the avalanches
Strapped two pieces to his feet
Then started skiing down the street.
The townsfolk cheered him every day
As he struggled hard to make his way
But soon they too we're felling trees
To make their very own first skis.
The news then travelled far and ...
Many.......... many years ago
In a foreign land all white with snow
A man came up with a wonderous thought
As every day through the drifts he fought.
He felled a tree, and then took 2 branches
To help him through the avalanches
Strapped two pieces to his feet
Then started skiing down the street.
The townsfolk cheered him every day
As he struggled hard to make his way
But soon they too we're felling trees
To make their very own first skis.
The news then travelled far and wide
Of a way to decend the mountainside
And people from the world all over
Began to visit Pamporovo
Now all these years have whistled by
And many folk have come to try
This cultured way of having fun
Just skiing down a piested run.
But now our sport is not unique
Cause now there is a new technique
Dispel one ski, the young guys roared
And go for it on just one board.
Turning, twisting, flying, jumping
Nerves of steel and hearts a pumping
Boarding where no one's been before
Defying death.......then back for more.
So as we go....... where the snowclouds fall
Spare a thought for the guy who started it all
For had he not invented the ski
What a miserable lot we all would be.
Have fun this year, be it board or ski
And maybe spend some time with me
We share this special winters love
To fly the mountains on the wings of a Dove.