Joddelin’ Heartland

(hol-di-ri-di-ah) Up on the ridge where the cold winds blow

I watch the shadows paint the valley below

No city noise just the pine trees tall

Answering back to the mountain's call

(hol-di-ri-di) mountain high (hol-di-ri-di-a-ho-ho-ri)

(hol-di-ri-di) touching the sky (hol-di-ri-di-a-ho-ho-ri)

My boots are dusty and my path is steep

But there are promises I intend to keep

So I raise my voice to the open air

Leaving my worries and my troubles there

(hol-di-ri-di) mountain high (hol-di-ri-di-a-ho-ho-ri)

(hol-di-ri-di) touching the sky (hol-di-ri-di-a-ho-ho-ri) (hol-di-ri-di-a-ho) (hol-di-ri-di-a-ho)