Sweet Mountain Echo
I call out to you,
Call out to you
With a sweet mountain echo.
You call out to me,
Call out to me
With a sweet mountain echo.
It's the cool mornin' breeze
Washin' over me
It's a soft-flowin' stream
Fallin' at my feet.
It's the birds gaily singin'
Welcomin' the day.
It's the snow lightly fallin'
Blanketing my face.
I call out to you,
Call out to you
With a soft mountain echo.
You call out to me,
Call out to me
In a soft mountain echo
It's wind like a hurricane
Washin' over me.
It's a thunderin' avalanche
Fallin' at my feet.
It's the wolves fiercely howlin'
Runnin' down their prey.
It's the torrent of water
Pourin' down my face.
I call out to you,
Call out to you
With a fierce mountain echo.
You call out to me,
Call out to me
In a fierce mountain echo.
We've stood here for a million years
(I've loved you for a million years)
We'll stand here for a million more.
(And I'll love you for a million more)
And even though we're weathered,
Even though we're worn,
Our voices are clear and strong.
I call out to you,
Call out to you
With a sweet mountain echo.
You call out to me,
Call out to me
In a sweet mountain echo.
Call out to you
With a sweet mountain echo.
You call out to me,
Call out to me
With a sweet mountain echo.
It's the cool mornin' breeze
Washin' over me
It's a soft-flowin' stream
Fallin' at my feet.
It's the birds gaily singin'
Welcomin' the day.
It's the snow lightly fallin'
Blanketing my face.
I call out to you,
Call out to you
With a soft mountain echo.
You call out to me,
Call out to me
In a soft mountain echo
It's wind like a hurricane
Washin' over me.
It's a thunderin' avalanche
Fallin' at my feet.
It's the wolves fiercely howlin'
Runnin' down their prey.
It's the torrent of water
Pourin' down my face.
I call out to you,
Call out to you
With a fierce mountain echo.
You call out to me,
Call out to me
In a fierce mountain echo.
We've stood here for a million years
(I've loved you for a million years)
We'll stand here for a million more.
(And I'll love you for a million more)
And even though we're weathered,
Even though we're worn,
Our voices are clear and strong.
I call out to you,
Call out to you
With a sweet mountain echo.
You call out to me,
Call out to me
In a sweet mountain echo.
Credits
Writer(s): Travis William Rus
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