Against the waves with out swords in our hands
Against the sea with our backs to the walls
Against distress in the presence of our enemies
Against the storms roaring at our faces
A cry rang out throughout the skies
A beckon the flight of the cranes
The call of the mountains
The call of the Alps
The call home
The tune in our hearts
The song of the mountains
What's that stir so blatant
in our sallying hearts
What's that urge that lifted up
our longing eyes
What's that ring echoing
from the leaden skies
What's that augur resounding
from the lyre's strings
A cry rang on in the sibilant winds
A behest the outcry of the cranes
The call of the mountains
The call of the Alps
The call home
The tune in our hearts
The song of the mountains
The voice in the wind
The sing in the sky
The call of the mountains
The call of the Alps
The call home
The tune in our hearts
The call of the mountains
The call of the Alps
The call home
The tune in our hearts