they sing in whispers through the trees.
I just can’t help but keep falling.
From the sea I have come crawling,
because I needed to be free.
The mountains are always calling.
Through passes I had been hauling,
I saw the world as it should be.
I just can’t help but keep falling
for the earth’s untouched and calming,
taking me from reality.
The mountains are always calling
me every winter day’s dawning,
waiting with fresh powder to ski.
I just can’t help but keep falling
for this place, must be God’s drawing.
I keep on roaming so I’ll see
the mountains are always calling,
I just can’t help but keep falling.