The Mountains Are Calling

The Mountains are calling,
from far, far away.
I hear their great rumbling,
Go on night and day.

They call to the children
Who on them were raised--
Who on their great faces
Had spent their young days.

The Mountains are calling,
I hear their low horns
From miles out come ringing
On Wind's great wings borne.

They call to the lost ones
Who've long gone astray,
Who rue distant bygones
And mourn their dead days.

The mountains are calling,
They sing an old tune--
A tale that has listening
The Sun and the Moon.

They call to the fallen,
The damned and outcast,
The ones with no heaven--
Whose hell is their past.

The mountains are calling
They have been, since I,
Went stumbling and staggering
In search of the sky.

The mountains are calling,
I hear from afar,
From where I sit listening,
Amidst the pale stars.

The mountains are calling
And if I must burn,
Then down I go blazing--
And home I return.