I know a writer with a magic hand    He gives away his power every time he can   He could free the world if he could free himself   But he's much too busy quoting everyone else   Still we close our eyes and listen hard as we can   To this gentle voice with a magic hand      CHORUS      It's only what you see   What you let yourself believe   I would get down on my knees    If that would help you   Cause it's all too good to taste   So we let it go to waste   I would let you take my place    Cause there's no use in counting   And I hope to see you    On the sacred mountain   Yeah I hope to see you    On the sacred mountain…   I remember when he called me on the telephone   Yeah I think it was his birthday we were both alone   Because he said to wish him luck and lifted up his pen   I couldn't bring myself to tell him all this then…       CHORUS      I went to the future and I saw him there   We were on the mountain both with graying hair   He handed me his words and I began to sing   Yeah they went like this it was the strangest thing      CHORUS      Yeah I hope to see you on the sacred mountain   Well I hope to see you on the sacred mountain   Yes I hope to see you on the sacred mountain