The Call of the Mountains

Against the waves with out swords in our hands

Against the sea with our backs to the walls

Against distress in the presence of our enemies

Against the storms roaring at our faces

A cry rang out throughout the skies

A beckon the flight of the cranes

The call of the mountains

The call of the Alps

The call home

The tune in our hearts

The song of the mountains

What's that stir so 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 on in the sibilant winds

A behest the outcry of the cranes

The call of the mountains

The call of the Alps

The call home

The tune in our hearts

The song of the mountains

The voice of the wind

The sound of the sky

The call of the mountains

The call of the Alps

The call home

The tune in our hearts

The call of the mountains

The call of the Alps

The call home

The tune in our hearts