The Day the Mountains Called my Name
I found my sense of happiness
The day the mountains called my name
They called me out of my darkness
And my life would ne’er be the same
There were clouds and birds in the air
And fertile green valleys below
But nothing could even compare
To the mountains’ soft golden glow.
On their slopes there was not one flaw
And their peaks were as white as snow
One could not help but be in awe
At this special and splendid show
Then suddenly I heard their voice
And was filled with humility
My heart soon started to rejoice
From this time of tranquility
I found my sense of happiness
And in me it will always stay
And now my heart sings with gladness
For the darkness has gone away
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