The Call of the Moutains

Against the waves, with our swords in our hands
Against the sea, with our backs to the walls
Against distress, in presence of our enemies
Against the storm, roaring at our faces

A cry rang throughout the skies
A beckon, the flying of the cranes

The call of the mountains, ooh, ooh
The call of the Alps
The call home, ooh, ooh
The tune in our hearts
The song of the mountains

What's that stir, that blatant in our sallying hearts?
What's that urge, that lifted up our longing eyes?
What's that ring, echoing from the leaden skies?
What's that augur, resounding from the lyre's strings?

A cry rang in the sibilant winds
A behest, the outcry of the cranes

The call of the mountains, ooh, ooh
The call of the Alps
The call home, ooh, ooh
The tune in our hearts
The song of the mountains

The voice in the wind, the saint in the sky

The call of the mountains, ooh, ooh
The call of the Alps
The call home, ooh, ooh
The tune in our hearts
The call of the mountains, ooh, ooh
The call of the Alps
The call home, ooh, ooh
The tune in our hearts
The call of the mountains



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Glanzmann, Ivo Daniel Henzi, Anna Maria Murphy
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