The Mountain

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