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.