When they closed up the churches and they took down the bells
And they nailed shut the doors on the hill
The old folks went walking up into the hills
With their candles hid under their shawlsCHORUS:
There's a cross on the mountain, high above the snow
Where the soldiers don't climb and the cold rivers flow
And we'll pray there together till the long night is gone
There's a cross on the mountain, and it's leading us on
There's a priest with no collar who herds sheep by day
And at night in a yurt he kneels down to pray
With a loaf from the leaven his grandmother kept
He gives bread to the faithful while the valley has slept
CHORUS:
There's a cross on the mountain, high above the snow
Where the soldiers don't climb and the cold rivers flow
And we'll pray there together till the long night is gone
There's a cross on the mountain, and it's leading us on
Oh Lord, it's been long, and the winters are cold
But the young learn the prayers from the lips of the old
And someday the bells will ring out in the town
Till then, on the mountain, we'll gather around
CHORUS:
There's a cross on the mountain, high above the snow
Where the soldiers don't climb and the cold rivers flow
And we'll pray there together till the long night is gone
There's a cross on the mountain, and it's leading us on
There's a cross on the mountain
Leading us on
Beka says: about the time when the church was secret and people prayed in the mountains