To the rushing of cars and the buzz of the town
We always go back - there’s no other way.
From the high mountaintops, we always come down -
Leaving our hearts, Leaving our hearts in the mountains!

There is no more to say, friend, you must see.
I have proved to myself it is so:
Better only than mountains can be
Mountains you’ve yet to know.

Who would be alone when they’ve been brought low?
Yet who can ignore it - the call of the heart?
But we always come down from the mountains, you know.
What can we do when the gods, Even gods, descend to Earth?

There is no more to say, friend, you must see.
I have proved to myself it is so:
Better only than mountains can be
Mountains you’ve yet to know.

So many songs and words and stories
The mountains inspire and beg us stay.
But we’ll come down and forget their glories.
Yes, we must come down one day.

There is no more to say, friend, you must see.
I have proved to myself it is so:
Better only than mountains can be
Those mountains no-one yet knows.