The mountains came nearer and nearer, and George thought he had never seen anything so splendid in all his life. Even the giant looked quite small beside them.
"Are we going right to the top, the very tip-top of that mountain?" asked George, pointing.
The witch did not answer for a moment. Then she turned to him and said: "Sing!"
"What shall I sing?" asked George in surprise, for he only knew some old nursery rhymes, and wasn't quite certain if he could remember the words or not.
"Listen to the music," answered the witch. "That will tell you the words."
True enough, there was music in the air all around them, as if the trees, the water, and the wind were all playing together. George listened, and then, to his surprise, began to sing all about the thoughts which he had been turning over in his mind.
"The mountain-tops are, oh, so high!
They make a hole right through the sky.
They glow with such a lovely light,