Grandmother Mountain
Grandmother Mountain, so high above,
waiting,
watching, and holding us.
When I sing this song, it takes me back to the Land of the Midnight Sun. Mother Nature often whispers to me through the language of music and over the years I have collected melodies from all sorts of places. These songs are such precious gifts that I always carry with me wherever I go. I only need to sing to remember and return...
So go outside and listen. Truly listen. The earth is singing...
So go outside and listen. Truly listen. The earth is singing...
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