The Call of the Mountains

Against the waves, with our swords in our hands

Against the sea, with our backs to the walls

Against distress, in the presence of our enemies

Against the storms, roaring at our faces

A cry rang out throughout the skies

A beckon, the flight of the cranes

The call of the mountains

The call of the Alps

The call of home, uhuhuh

The tune in our hearts

The song of the mountains

What's that stir, so blatant in our sallying hearts?

What's that urge, that lifted up our longing eyes?

What's that ring, echoing from the leaden skies?

What's that augur, resounding from the lyre's strings?

A cry rang on in the sibilant winds

A behest, the outcry of the cranes

The call of the mountains

The call of the Alps

The call of home, uhuhuh

The tune in our hearts

The song of the mountains

The voice in the wind

The signs in the sky

The call of the mountains

The call of the Alps

The call home, uhuhuh

The tune in our hearts

The call of the mountains

The call of the Alps

The call home, uhuhuh

The tune in our hearts

The song of the mountains