Against the waves with our swords in our hands
Against the sea with our backs to the wall
Against distress in the presence of our enemies
Against the storms roaring at our faces
A cry rang out throughout the skies
A beckon the flight of the cranes
The call of the mountains
Ooh, ooh
The call of the Alps
The call of home
Ooh, ooh
The tune in our hearts
The song of the mountains
What’s that stir so blatant in our sailing hearts?
What’s that urge that lifted up our longing eyes?
What’s that ring echoing from the leaden skies?
What’s that augur resounding from the lyre’s strings
A cry rang out sibilant winds
A behest the outcry of the cranes
The call of the mountains
Ooh, ooh
The call of the Alps
The call of home
Ooh, ooh
The tune in our hearts
The song of the mountains
The voice in the wind the saint in the sky
The call of the mountains
Ooh, ooh
The call of the Alps
The call of home
Ooh, ooh
The tune in our hearts
The song of the mountains (Ooh, ooh)
The call of the Alps
The call of home (Ooh, ooh)
The tune in our hearts, the song of the mountains