Grandmother Mountain




Grandmother Mountain, so high above,
waiting, watching, and holding us. 

Whenever I sing this song, it brings me back to Saltoluokta, Sápmi, in northern Sweden. Mother Nature speaks to me through song and story, and over the years I have collected many songs about certain places in nature – mountains, trees and waterfalls. These songs are such precious gifts and I carry them within me wherever I go. I only need to sing to remember and return.



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