I call out to lonesome mountains
and hear them crying back
there voices filled with bitterness
choking through the tears

My voice is getting hoarse
taste of copper in my mouth
yet I'll continue calling
knowing tis your humble abode

I call to trees and cobble-streams
to drew drops on the dancing blades
of grass and leaves and such
and finally to you

And when they all call back to me
and echo replies in song
somewhere among my tear-filled words
I hear your yearning heart
calling out for loving hands
to cradle and to comfort
to fulfil in its demands

and when souls meet in calling
between the mountains and the streams
slowly angels falling
as rays of ecstasy gleams

your voice meets with my echo
and makes me think of you
and elevates my heartbeat
when I know
your calling for me too