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.