And the mountains called your name
You spoke to them in your dreams
They screamed, and thrashed and begged with all their might

To be uplifted, from stationary existence
to see the horizon they always ponder on
but nobody could hear their calls
The foreign language of the wind

Though they were calling your name
in your dreams
oh, they screamed
thrashed
and begged

The sun burned beyond and the mountains
Pulled themselves from the ground
**And The Mountains Came Running.