Climb Every Mountain

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Here is one of the great inspirational songs from one of the most enduring popular films of our time, 'The Sound of Music'.

What better way to imbibe the Christmas spirit than with this inspirational piece. It alludes to our spiritual compass when it uses metaphors of climbing mountains and fording streams on the path of finding one's dreams.

The singing is a prime example of Contralto. The words and the singing together create an incredibly moving experience. 

 Found this accidentally when I was digitizing my old LP records. Revisiting this song after several years was a pleasant surprise. In comparison the other popular songs of the album seemed pretentious, but this one struck a chord instantly. Maybe the times we are going through.

Here is the song. The lyrics (by  Oscar II Hammerstein / Richard Rodgers) follow the song:



Climb every mountain
Search high and low
Follow every by way
Every path you know
 Climb every mountain
Ford every stream
Follow every rainbow
Till you find your dream
A dream that will need
All the love you can give
Every day of your life
For as long as you live
 
Climb every mountain
Ford every stream
Follow every rainbow
Till you find your dream
 
A dream that will need
All the love you can give
Every day of your life
For as long as you live
 
Climb every mountain
Ford every stream
Follow every rainbow
Till you find your dream

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