I can hear the mountain call
That desperate and low longing sound
And I will go even if I have to crawl
And leave a trail of blood from my hands on the ground
It's a sharp narrow road it ain't easy to climb
But streets of silver wait on the other side
I'll say bye not there's no time to pack
I'll take only the clothes on my back
For sometime I've had the moon in my lap
When I get up there I'll finally give it back
I won't need the crutch no more
I'll have my own light that's for sure
Coming down on the other side
The wind will feel like broken glass on my skin
But I won't turn and go the other way
I'll leave my demons up there to stay
I'll bed down when I reach the other side
Those roads soft and the rivers roarin' wide
And I'll return home don't you fear
I'll be back as myself my dear
I can hear the mountain call
That desperate and low longing sound
I will go even if I have to crawl
And leave a trail of blood from my hands on the ground
credits
from Dalton Mills,
released June 5, 2020
Written by Dalton Mills
Crafting powerful songs about commitment and love, the Nashville singer-songwriter channels and subverts ’70s country and folk tropes. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 7, 2022