Here it is the mountainside
The moon like surface
Meet your guide
Its uphill from now
Be on your way
The wise pilgrim knows he cannot stay
Be up high, closer to God
The shoes on the other foot
And the horse is shod
First, there was a Tailor
And next came the Priest
But the crucifix jailor
Was not one known least
He was a soldier
A fighter like you
And like you he once was on a mountain too
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