on up the mountain

you're old enough to know well
the better things are all uphill
bitter songs are never sung
in the highlands where you belong

in the smoke of canons below
men they bury each other in rows
people come people go
work in numbers and leave alone

there's a line
making it's way
on up the mountain
night and day
you'll go down
and you'll go deep
but you won't abandon
your masterpiece

here it comes
there it goes
the unbearable sound
of the earth
making men
out of boys

first you learn
and then you'll teach
about that bright bright light
making its way
on up the mountain
night and day
you'll get tired
you'll get weak
but you won't surrender
your masterpiece

no, you will deliver
you will deliver
your masterpiece

~adapted, Jakob Dylan