There is a call for the mountains
and a silent whisper in my soul
only I can hear
In Bariloche they stand tall and solid
pointing towards the blue sky
and I’m free and I smile
sitting at the top of mountain
looking out over lago Nahuel Huapi
an ode to travelling
There is a call for the mountains
and a silent whisper in my soul
only I can hear
In Bariloche they stand tall and solid
pointing towards the blue sky
and I’m free and I smile
sitting at the top of mountain
looking out over lago Nahuel Huapi