Lyrics
Words came out of the mountains, as the snow turned into rain.
It was a steep inclination, and the color was evergreen. But there’s something about these hills, they were writing like a picture book, And that’s the closest I have ever…came to write with Gordon Lightfoot.
Nothing like the Fitzgerald… or the early morning rain. But more like an adventure of two hearts beat-ing the same. Mother Nature the Holy Spirit and a thunder bolt from kingdom…come, sent a baritone through the valley, to wake the rising Sun….
Chorus
God always walks these hills, as I hark the silent sound. Where a small still voice never leads the wrong way. As the mountain opens its wings as if to say.
Leave a light on in Heaven, when I finish chasing the sun. I hope I beat the devil, and let a rainbow guide us home. Now the mountains they seem taller, and the shadows mark the time, when our affection was so close, as, if you could read my mind……
Words came out of the mountains as the snow turned in to rain.