Wandering Tracks - The Call of the Mountains Lyrics

In the autumn hue, we prepare
Packing bags with dreams in the air
Mátra mountains whispering bold
Calling us with secrets untold
Decisions dance in our minds free
Laughter echoes on the breeze gently
To the blue trail we must go
Where the winds of Mátra blow
Adventure calls with a gentle croon
Under the light of the harvest moon
Maps spread out on the table wide
A route to the hilltops, where we confide
Humor threads through our common quest
Gear packed; we consider it a jest
The pull of mountains ignites the fire
As the rising sun takes us higher
To the blue trail we must go
Where the winds of Mátra blow
Adventure calls with a gentle croon
Under the light of the harvest moon
The path winds through golden leaves
Under skies that coax, believe
With every step, the echo of time
Mátra sings in an ancient rhyme
To the blue trail we must go
Where the winds of Mátra blow
Adventure calls with a gentle croon
Under the light of the harvest moon