OIDA - Hol-la-di-o Lyrics

Let's gather round, my friends!
The morning sun paints golden light on every gentle slope,
From the valley's laughter to peaks of quiet hope.
We lace our boots, we sing a tune passed down through the years,
With each new step, we share our dreams, embrace our hopes and fears.
And though the road may rise and fall like echoes through the glen,
We lift our voices, hearts in hand, we'll sing as one again.
Hol-la-di-o! Let it ring through the trees,
Our spirits soaring on the mountain breeze.
From farmhouse doors to the summits high,
Together we stand beneath this alpine sky.
(Oh-oh-oh) Hol-la-di-o! The melody we'll share,
A chorus of old and new dancing in the alpine air.
The old accordion leads us forward, guiding our delight,
Electric chords spark through the evening light.
In the warmth of village fires, stories weave and glow,
Uniting young and old with songs we've come to know.
Beneath the stars, a distant yodel calls,
A timeless voice that gently falls
Into our hearts, where old traditions gleam,
Awakening our alpine dream.
Yodel-ay-hee-hoo!
Yodel-ay-hee-ho!
Hol-la-di-o!
The valleys answer back, echoing pure and low.
Hol-la-di-o! Let it ring through the trees,
Our spirits soaring on the mountain breeze.
From farmhouse doors to the summits high,
Together we stand beneath this alpine sky.
Hol-la-di-o! The melody we'll share,
A chorus of old and new dancing in the alpine air.
Hol-la-di-o, my friends, keep the music strong,
In these alpine halls, our hearts belong.
Hol-la-di-o...
Hol-la-di-o...