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 stumbled on bilstered 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 out 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
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 out soul to heal
You're worn out sole to heel,
Your worn out soul too
Heal your worn out soul