Andes

Morning comes.
Quena calls.
Ancient stones.
Morning falls.

Condor flies.
Above the sky.
Sacred winds.
Carry high.

Hear the mountains.
Hear their song.
I've been waiting.
All along.

Andes...
Call my soul.
Take my heart.
Make me whole.

Quena cries.
Rivers run.
Ancient fire.
Golden sun.

Silent trails.
Stone by stone.
Every step.
Leads me home.

Sacred light.
Morning air.
Lost no more.
I'm still there.

Far away...
Still I hear.
Mountain wind.
Drawing near.

Andes...
Lift me high.
Condors fly.
Touch the sky.

Quena sings.
Forever free.
Heart of mountains.
Calling me.