The Mountains Call

The mountains call in morning silence. Where mist is rising to the skies. The ancient song still rides the breezes. Where sun ignites the peaks so high. I sing alone down in the valley. While mist is dancing on the land. It heals the aching in my heartbeat. My soul flies where The forests stand. The wind returns with whispered meaning. Your heart will heal and understand. I walk the path where shadows shimmer. Where horizons pull me on. This peace could quench the thirst of ages. Where time stands still and fear is gone. Oh, mountains take away my sorrow. And carry me through lands you know. Your love still echoes in my spirit. It flew like birds so long ago. Just like a stream might gently flow. I sing alone down in the valley. While mist is dancing on the land. It heals the aching in my heartbeat. My soul flies where the forests stand. The wind returns with whispered meaning. Your heart will heal and understand. I sing alone down in the valley. While mist is dancing on the land. It heals the aching in my heartbeat. My soul flies where The forests stand. The wind returns with whispered meaning. Your heart will heal and understand.