Verse 1 High above the canyon floor, where the misty vapors rise ,A giant wakes from ancient sleep beneath the morning skies.His coat is woven pine and fern , a living, emerald glade, With shoulders carved of granite stone and ribs of forest shade Chorus Oh, the Mountain Howl is singing, a river for a tongue ,A melody of falling light since the world was young. He’s the spirit of the timber, he’s the guardian of the peak ,With the thunder in his heartbeat and the spray upon his cheek Verse 2 White water tumbles down his chest in a silver, rushing stream ,Flowing through the mossy rocks like a midsummer’s dream.His breath is but the drifting fog that clings to cedar boughs, While silence sits like heavy snow upon his leafy brows. Bridge He doesn’t hunt the elk or deer, he doesn’t seek the trail, He only stands to meet the wind and tell a timeless tale.Of roots that grip the earth below and stars that crown his head, A wild, green cathedral where the weary soul is fed. Chorus Oh, the Mountain Howl is singing, a river for a tongue, A melody of falling light since the world was young.He’s the spirit of the timber, he’s the guardian of the peak, With the thunder in his heartbeat and the spray upon his cheek. Outro Listen to the waterfall... Listen to the trees... The wolf is just the mountainIn the cool of the breeze.
