Wandering Tracks - Bound for the Borderlands Lyrics

Walking steady, through the mountain's embrace
On the blue trail, in this old beloved place
Violin guides us, as the sky opens wide
Each step a whisper of history, a timeless tide
Reaching Írottkő, we stand on the height
Embracing Hungary's past, in the morning light
Bound for the borderlands, past and present blend
Silence sings the stories, in the hills they mend
With ancient echoes calling, our hearts understand
Bound for the borderlands, hand in hand
Crossing lines invisible, once etched in fear
Now with open arms, our footprints roam clear
The winds carry whispers from mountains afar
Guiding our journey beneath the morning star
Bound for the borderlands, past and present blend
Silence sings the stories, in the hills they mend
With ancient echoes calling, our hearts understand
Bound for the borderlands, hand in hand
The summit holds a view of time undone
Horizons merge where our journeys begun
Each peak of hope in the borderlands grand
Where we dream together, heart in hand
Bound for the borderlands, past and present blend
Silence sings the stories, in the hills they mend
With ancient echoes calling, our hearts understand
Bound for the borderlands, hand in hand
Underneath the canopy, our quest begins
With Andrásh by my side, we're headed to the twins
Through forests thick, we find our way
On trails of history, where memories stay
Bound for the borderlands, where stories grow
With mountains high and rivers slow
Blue skies above, paths unknown
In the heart of nature, we find our home
Echoes of the past dance in the breeze
Among silent trees, moving with ease
Gathering moments in the golden light
Painting memories of our endless flight
Bound for the borderlands, where stories grow
With mountains high and rivers slow
Blue skies above, paths unknown
In the heart of nature, we find our home
The wind hums soft, a melody of peace
At every summit, our wonders increase
As shadows stretch, beneath the towering trees
Our spirits light as the cool evening breeze
Bound for the borderlands, where stories grow
With mountains high and rivers slow
Blue skies above, paths unknown
In the heart of nature, we find our home