Yo, kings of the mountain lands, represent
Stand tall in the sky, so the whole world sees.
The place where we dwell ain't made of cement,
But there's grass and water and mother-fuckin' trees
And mountains! The mountains! We greet them with a song,
The echo comes back and the world sings along
From the wind and the river to the valley and the hill,
If you ain't sung praise to the mountains yet, you will.
Spring only lasts for about two weeks, but it's nice,
No better place in the world to see leaves during fall,
Winter's snow will encase things in ice, but that's the price
That you pay. During summer, you may not be here at all
But there's mountains! The mountains! We greet them with a song,
The echo comes back and the world sings along
From the wind and the river to the valley and the hill,
If you ain't sung praise to the mountains yet, you will.
They fight with the power of mother-fuckin' Thor,
And when they've got The Hammer, they can't be defeated.
When the storm subsides, then peace reigns galore,
With a breeze, and the trees, and now let it be repeated
That there's mountains! The mountains! We greet them with a song,
The echo comes back and the world sings along
From the wind and the river to the valley and the hill,
If you ain't sung praise to the mountains yet, you will.
Williams people stand proud in the mountain's shade,
For even if the mountains all crumble to dust,
The glory of the kings of the mountain lands will never fade,
It won't rust, and you must just trust
In the mountains! The mountains! We greet them with a song,
The echo comes back and the world sings along
From the wind and the river to the valley and the hill,
If you ain't sung praise to the mountains yet, then you will.
