Mountain Spring - Michael Schulte

Under this earth, deep in the ground

There’s a river flowing, making hardly a sound

And the water is pure, with the lightness of sky

Held in the weight of a mountain so high

Mountain spring, come out of the rock

And fall into the arms of the sea

Mountain spring, come out of the rock

And shower your tears on me

The heat of the sun wears on your skin

And opens all the cracks where the cold gets in

The changing winds will batter and blow

A mountain may crumble but a river will always flow

Mountain spring, come out of the rock

And fall into the arms of the sea

Mountain spring, come out of the rock

And shower your tears on me