Rolling Down The Mountain

Verse 1]

There’s a whisper moving through the cedar trees,

Rolling down the mountain, dancing with the leaves.

I can hear it calling somewhere past the rain,

Like an old familiar voice that still remembers my name.

I’ve been walking roads I never meant to find,

Carrying yesterday like a stone inside.

But something in the distance says it’s time to let it go,

So I’m turning toward the place where the wild wind blows.

Maybe I don’t need to know

Every mile before I go.

Maybe faith is simply taking

One more step into the unknown.

So carry me where the wild wind goes,

Past the mountains, past the roads.

Where the river runs and the tall grass grows,

Take this weary heart back home.

Let the sky wash over me,

Let my restless spirit breathe.

I’ve been holding on too long—

Tonight I’m letting go

Where the wild wind goes.

There are scars we hide beneath the clothes we wear,

Quiet little battles nobody knows are there.

There are dreams we buried underneath our fear,

Waiting like the springtime for the winter to disappear.

I’ve learned every season has a reason of its own,

Some will leave you empty, some will lead you home.

And every fallen leaf reminds this heart of mine,

Sometimes letting go is how we learn to fly.

I can feel the evening change,

Hear the thunder far away.

And somewhere underneath it all

I swear I hear Heaven say—

Come follow where the wild wind goes,

Past the mountains, past the roads.

Where the river runs and the tall grass grows,

Bring your tired heart back home.

Let the sky wash over you,

Let the morning make you new.

You’ve been holding on too long—

It’s time to let it go

Where the wild wind goes.

And if tomorrow never finds me,

Let tonight find me alive.

Let me stand beneath the heavens

With nothing left to hide.

Let me love without condition,

Let me give more than I take.

Let me leave behind some kindness

For every heart I meet along the way.

And when my road grows quiet,

When my final sun hangs low,

I hope I hear that old wind calling—

Child, it’s time to come home.

Carry me where the wild wind goes,

Beyond the places I have known.

Where every broken piece of me

Can finally let go.

Let the stars shine over me,

Let my grateful spirit breathe.

I don't need to know how far—

I only need to know

I’m never walking alone.

There’s a whisper moving through the cedar trees,

Soft enough to quiet everything in me.

And somewhere past the mountains

Where the evening shadows grow,

I can hear it calling…

Calling me home…

And I’ll follow

Where the wild wind goes.