Many a Son - Alpine Lyrics

Silent at the feet of giants
Moving slowly onward
Each bend and turn the road takes
A new crest a trough a tear
The bells in fields like church chimes ring
From still ice waters your promise sings
'Cause every high peak is a church spire tall
And in my green pastures, pine cones fall
I feel as small as that unseen
More humble than I've ever been
And who could make such mighty peaks
Or forge the wonders that I see
The bells in fields like church chimes ring
From still ice waters your promise sings
'Cause every high peak is a church spire tall
And in my green pastures, pine cones fall
So let's get lost in
The heart of mountains
Will you believe them?
To lift your eyes and see
The bells in fields like church chimes ring
From still ice waters your promise sings
'Cause every high peak is a church spire tall
And in my green pastures, pine cones fall
Pine cones fall