Whispers of Kiso Trails
The ancient trails are whispering your name
Through cedar groves and over frozen stone
A thousand years of shadow and of flame
The mountain watches,
silent and alone
Oh, let the northern wind carry the tale Down to the valleys,
deep in the gorge
Every stone on this mountain trail Remembers the fire
they used to forge (ahhhh)
In hidden caves where icy waters run
The quiet spirits trace the ancient line
They fade before the rising of the sun
And leave their markings on the sacred pine
Oh, let the northern wind carry the tale
Down to the valleys,
deep in the gorge
Every stone on this mountain trail Remembers the fire
they used to forge (ahhhh)
Echoes in the wind... (humm)