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