THE MOUNTAIN 

I have ploughed these fields and meadows. 

Worked my fingers to the bone.

Fished these lakes, these streams and rivers;

Until the mountain called me home.

 

I must follow this band of brothers, 

I will walk above the clouds.

Live and die for one another, 

Into this mountain we must go.

 

CHORUS: 

Stand Strong!

Stand Tall!

We can never faulter, we can never fall. 

Stand Strong! 

Stand Tall! 

We can never faulter, we can never fall. 

 

We fought our fears upon the hillside,

Until the mountain took us down.

And in my darkest, weakest hour

you were my mountain, you are my home. 

 

CHORUS

 

Stand Strong! Stand Tall! We can never faulter, we can never fall! 

 

CHORUS

 

Stand Strong! Stand Tall! We can never faulter, we can never fall!