The mountain bells are blue,
the eagle glides behind,
the river's flowing through.
The wind borne dust appears,
my dry heart turns to tears,
the brown bear pulls apart.
Yeah,
yeah, yeah, mountain roads.
Mountain Rolls.
The mountain by my side The sunshine by his side
The spiders start to hide
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
mountain roads Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
mountain roads
Yeah,
yeah, yeah, mountain roads
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