You're old enough to know well

The better things are all uphill

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 There's a light making its way

On up the mountain night and day

And you'll get tired and you'll get weak

But you won't abandon your masterpiece Off to sleep you'll 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 ain't wrong to be sad There's a light making its way

On up the mountain night and day

And you'll go down and you'll go deep

But you won't surrender your masterpiece Oh, here it comes and there it goes

The unbearable sound of the earth making men out of boys

First you learn and then you'll teach

About that bright, bright light Making its way

On up the mountain night and day

And you'll get tired and you'll get weak

But you won't abandon your masterpiece Now there's a light making its way

On up the mountain night and day

And you'll go down and you'll go deep

But you won't surrender your masterpiece You won't surrender your masterpiece

You will deliver your masterpiece