The wind came down from mountains cold,
And like a tide it roared and rolled
The branches groaned, the forest moaned,
And leaves were laid upon the mold

The grasses hissed, their tassels bent,
The reeds were rattled with soft lament
Up to the sky, bonds surly slipped
Where sorrowed clouds were torn and rent

It passed the Lonely Mountain bare,
O’er the peaks where eagles dare
The stars shone silver in silent vigil
To sound and music of rushing air

The moon set sail on midnight tides
Its timely course by heavenly guides
The light cast soft on snowy peak
The secrets the sun in night confides

Come feel the call of nature’s pull
To find the piece that makes you whole
Where mountains rise and waters fall
The journey North to find your soul