Mountain Spring (Schulte Michael)

Under this earth, deep in the ground There's a river flowing, making hardly a sound And the water is pure, with the lightness of sky Held in the weight of a mountain so high CHORUS Mountain spring, come out of the rock And fall into the arms of the sea Mountain spring, come out of the rock And shower your tears on me The heat of the sun wears on your skin And opens all the cracks where the cold gets in The changing winds will batter and blow A mountain may crumble but a river will always flow CHORUS