The rhythm of the mountains reached me
in Greece
They are the undulating waves of the land
Their sound is the sweet breeze blowing,
blowing
Through the trees and flowers it is
growing, growing
Each mountain echoes the beat of
nature's glory
Stemming from the heart of its Creator God
Down the slopes the mountain's soul
is flowing, flowing
The life of the land it is showing,
showing
The heartbeat of the mountains pulses
through the villages of the valleys
And now the rhythm of the mountains
runs through me
Author notes
Ah, Greece.
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