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 cannons below   Men, they bury each other in rows   People come, people go   Work in numbers and leave alone      There's a light making its way   On up the mountain night and day   And you'll get tired and you'll get weak   But you won't abandon your masterpiece      Off to sleep you'll go   Through the halls and opened doors   Silver bells swinging low   Strung in branches of the unknown      Soon morning comes   To warm the world and wake you up   Night is gone awful fast   It ain't wrong to be sad      There's a light making its way   On up the mountain night and day   And you'll go down and you'll go deep   But you won't surrender your masterpiece      Oh, here it comes and 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   And you'll get tired and you'll get weak   But you won't abandon your masterpiece      Now there's a light making its way   On up the mountain night and day   And you'll go down and you'll go deep   But you won't surrender your masterpiece      You won't surrender your masterpiece   You will deliver your masterpiece