The Mountains Are Calling


The Mountains Are Calling

The Mountains are calling,

And I am not stalling.

The cool Mountain breeze,

Blows me away.

The cool, fresh water,

Makes me want to stay.

I hear the wolves,

And the deer,

And the elk.

The hawks,

Oh how I love those hawks!

The Mountains are calling,

So here I go.

If only you could see

The fresh Mountain snow.

It's cold up here, but I don't have regret

For I get to experience the most natural sunset.

I stay at Mamaw's,

At the top of a hill.

No one knows the beauty I see.

That's because everyone who lives here

treats it casually.

No one knows the beauty I see.

The Mountains are calling,

Who else, but me.

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