CHOIR:
She was hanging out the clothes on a bright and a breezy day.
She was hanging out the clothes in the morning.
She was hanging out the clothes,
she was pretty as any rose,
And the washing is still hanging on the line.
On the line, on the line, the washing is still hanging on the line.
First she let me kiss her toes on a bright and a breezy day.
First she let me kiss her toes in the morning.
First she let me kiss her toes,
and I think there were ten of those,
And the washing is still hanging on the line.
On the line, on the line, the washing is still hanging on the....

THE CLIMBER:
I was quite sure he was exaggerating.
I was quite sure he was just looking out for his own fee.
I was quite sure I’d be safe on that mountain.
I knew I could conquer Cecilia again, on my own.

CHOIR:
Then she let me kiss her calves, on a bright and a breezy day.
Then she let me kiss her calves in the morning.
Then she let me kiss her calves,
and I didn’t do things by halves,
and the washing is still hanging on the…

THE CLIMBER:
A holiday, some local celebration, no one at work,
any excuse for a party will do.
No one around to check where I was going,
no climbers out, I’d have the mountain there, all to myself.

CHOIR:
Then she let me kiss her knees, on a bright and a breezy day.
Then she let me kiss her knees, in the morning.
Then she let me kiss her knees,
and I’m sure there were two of these,
and the washing is still hanging on the….

You made your choice. No turning back.
The dice are cast. Decision made.
You heard the voice. You’re on the track.
You’re breathing fast. You’re not afraid. (Rpt.)

THE CLIMBER
Doing pretty well, recall the route quite clearly.
I managed the first rock face,
Now I’m traversing a gorgeous snow field, blissfully clean and white, light cloud and a bit of a breeze getting up....

Now for the long ridge, rock and ice, a hard slog.
Cloud building up, and the wind, it’s cold enough even for me.
Now another small, steep face, and very tricky solo,
think I can work round it from the East,
But this is new ground for me....

Don’t like the look of the weather. The light’s bad; mist is coming up. This isn’t good. Now I’m in thick cloud.
Can’t see a damn thing. Grey, freezing fog, driven on by a gale.
Which way is North. Lost my bearings....

Stay put and wait for this to blow over.
One wrong step and it’s curtains. Oh Lord, I’m cold....