Wherever The Mountain Path Will Lead Lyrics - Singles - Phil Mathison

I've never been the roving kind, 

Always set my hand to the plough 

But the hills keep calling me away, 

And I hear them calling now. 

The wind blows cold on that mountain top, 

And the way seems far from here 

But the ancient ones are beckoning.. 

To draw near 

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So I will stand where the ravens gather, 

Run with the mountain hare 

Fly with the golden eagle, high above 

And I'll roam with the highland deer, 

Walk where the streams are clear 

I will go wherever, the mountain path will lead.. 

The marching years may pass me by, 

Though I try to mark my place 

And when my working days are done, 

Will I leave behind no trace? 

But time stands still on that mountain top, 

And heaven is close at hand 

With the silent ones, I'll be watching out.. 

O'er the land. 

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