On the Mountain Tall - The Oh Hellos

On the mountain tall

Whisper to me words in a voice so small

Like the one that to Elijah called

Quiet as a candle and bright as the morning sun

Though the fire and wind

Shattered down the hills with a rage unbent

And a fear that shook the firmament

He was not within them, the clatter of brass and drums

I know you want me to be afraid

I know you want me to love you

I know you want me to be afraid

I know you want me to love you

Still the wild wind blows

Up out of the grave of an angry ghost

Firing bricks from broken canon and prose

To build a wall so high it reaches the heavens in the sky

I know you want me to be afraid

I know you want me to love you

I know you want me to be afraid

I know you want me to love you

Still you beat your drums

Raising holy war with every strum

Shouting down the quiet kingdom come

Brushing at your fingers, hoping you’ll come around