i was born in a forked tongued story raised up by merchants and drugstore liars now i walk on the paths of glory one foot in ice one in fire i see the mountain the mountain come to me i see the mountain and that is all i see some poor prophet comes some find solace some lay him down in a junkyard bay some will chase us and some will call us gone gone gone in a day gone to the mountain the mountain come to me i see the mountain and that is all i see miller take me and miller grind me scatter my bones on the wild green tide maybe some rovin bird will find me over the water we ll ride over the mountain the mountain come to me i see the mountain and that is all i see some build temples and some find altars da ri kur niserin na pirin zalag pirin zalag some come in tall hats and robes spun fine da ri kur niserin na dili du a dili du some in rags some in gemstone halters da ri kur niserin na pirin zalag pirin zalag some push the pegs back in line da ri kur niserin na dili du a dili du i see the mountain the mountain come to me i see the mountain and that is all i see