Phil Mathison - WHEREVER THE MOUNTAIN PATH WILL LEAD lyrics

I've never been the roving kind, Always set my hand to the plough But the hills keep calling me away, And I hear them calling now. The wind blows cold on that mountain top, And the way seems far from here But the ancient ones are beckoning.. To draw near CHORUS So I will stand where the ravens gather, Run with the mountain hare Fly with the golden eagle, high above And I'll roam with the highland deer, Walk where the streams are clear I will go wherever, the mountain path will lead.. The marching years may pa** me by, Though I try to mark my place And when my working days are done, Will I leave behind no trace? But time stands still on that mountain top, And heaven is close at hand With the silent ones, I'll be watching out.. O'er the land. CHORUS INSTRUMENTAL CHORUS