Not Drowning, Waving – Up In The Mountains lyrics

Up in the mountains, up near the border,
masked wooden faces, the tribes in the rain.
And the words from the elders ring out through the valley,
right through the seams of his face, the bones of his teeth.

Take them all away, take them all away.

Up in the mountains, up near the border,
there’s souls for the saving, the missionaries gleam.
Souls for the saving, Souls for the saviour,
dress them in white clothes, to greet the Lord.

Take them all away, take them all away, away, away.