"WILd TIMBErLiNE
Frost on the stone
Breath in the early chill
Roots hold the quiet ground
The ridge line wakes under pale gray sky
We carry the weight across the timberline
Every step
an ancient hum
Waiting for the break of light (hummmmm)
Can you hear the mountain breathing?
Can you feel the current turn?
Every dormant seed is waking
Ready to burn
Run toward the open sky
Leave the quiet valley far behind
We are rising like the morning wind
Where the wild timber bends (ohhh)
Where the wild timber bends
No turning back to the valley shade
The embers catch in the tracks we made
Hold the climb
Feel
the
grade
Run toward the open sky
Leave the quiet valley far behind
We are rising like the morning wind Where the wild timber bends
(yeah) Take the air and let it go
(ahhhh) Where the wild timber bends