It’s a mountain that we all must climb,
In giant leaps or one step at a time.
I saw a fat, old money lender — shoes of silk and ermine,
Laughing as they stambled on blistered feet rough shod.
He never helped the poor and weak — viewed them all as vermin,
So when he fell they passed him by and struggled up to god.
Each of us must walk a different track —
No sign to guide us and no turning back.
[Chorus:]
Humanity in motion — it’s the pilgrimage eternal.
Most are blind — But i suspect what rare few know is real.
«You carry me, i’ll carry you» this simple childish notion.
A cable car to Shangrai-La,
Your worn up soul to heal.
The soldier boy is marching proud (with military precision)
Kicking others from the path — so keen to reach the peak.
Never will he get there with this tactical decision —
He spends so much time fighting that each footstep takes a week.
Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero,
Persta et obdura — omnia vincit amor!
My money’s on the holy man — just clad in sack and sandals
Heard a small child crying there — so turned around and stopped.
Like a beacon now he shines (bright as a million candles)
Alone upon the summit when the selfish have all dropped.
It’s no contest — but we still race there
Like the saintly tortoise and the godless hare.
Humanity in motion — it’s the pilgrimage eternal.
Most are blind — But i suspect what rare few know is real.
«You carry me, i’ll carry you» this simple childish notion.
A cable car to Shangrai — La,
Your worn up soul to heal.
You’re worn up sole to heal,
Your worn up soul too …
Heal your worn up soul.