The peaks rise out of the clouds
Pillars that hold the dawn
Mist flows between the stones
The peaks rise out of the clouds
Pillars that hold the dawn
Mist flows between the stones
Like a river made of air
A thousand towers of grey rock
Rooted in the sky
Floating in stone above the earth
I walk on wind and cloud
The flute calls through the gorge
And the mountains answer
The skyladder climbs the light
Step by quiet step
The mist folds over the peaks
And the gorge holds its breath
Floating in stone above the earth
I walk on wind and cloud
The land is not below me now
The land is all around