[time: 03:59]
[Lyrics: Martin Walkyier]
[Music: Graeme English]
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.