On Up The Mountain (Album Version)

Youre old enough to know well

The better things are all up hill
Bitter songs are never sung
In the highlands where you belong
In the smoke of cannons below
Men they bury each other in rows
People come people go
Work in numbers and leave alone
Theres a light making its way
On up the mountain night and day

Youll get tired and youll get weak

But you wont abandon your masterpiece

Off to sleep youll go

Through the halls and opened doors

Silver bells swinging low

Strung in branches of the unknown

Soon morning comes

To warm the world and wake you up
Night is gone awful fast

It aint wrong to be sad

Youll go down and youll go deep
But you wont surrender your masterpiece

Here it comes and there it goes

The unbearable sound of the earth

making men out of boys

First you learn then youll teach

About the bright bright light

Making its way

You will deliver your masterpiece