Stories Untold

(ahhhh) (ohhhh) The stone has cracked,

the river roars so deep

Our fathers' names are secrets that they keep

Carried downstream, into the misty grey

But still the mountain watches through the day

(Leader: Yo dharti) ( Yo dharti)

(Leader: Hami uthchaun)

(

Hami uthchaun)

Sing to the peaks,

let the ancient wind carry Hami uthchaun,

together we stand Through the cold mist,

the spirit is living

In our mountain hold,

in this sacred land (ooh-ooh-ooh)

The prayer flags hum,

they whisper to the sky

A thousand years of keeping paths so high

The earth may shake,

the ancient pillars bend

But our

mountain hold remains

until the end (haa-aa-aa-aaa)

Sing to the peaks,

let the ancient wind carry

Hami uthchaun, together we stand Through the cold mist,

the spirit is living

In our mountain hold,

in this sacred land (Leader:

Hami uthchaun!) ( We rise!

We rise!)

(Hami uthchaun)