| I, oh, I |
| See beyond the cloud of the mind |
| To the blue of the sky |
| The water is calm |
| And the air is clear |
| In the eye of the mind is the sacred mountain |
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| Time, oh, time |
| We listened to the stories told |
| Of a cave in the cold |
| The holy ones pray for a century of days |
| They chant for the world from the sacred mountain |
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| I have seen the sacred mountain, oh |
| Where the teacher was born in the lake from a lotus |
| And he crossed through the snow to the east |
| With a message that he held in his breath |
| And they told me |
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| In my life |
| The dawning of the day to the night |
| Was the same gray light |
| A blanketing of smoke |
| And a catch in the throat |
| But I lived in the time of the sacred mountain |
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| Oh, but now |
| There's a change in the air I breathe |
| There is talk in the streets |
| That the engines have stopped |
| And a mountain top |
| Has appeared in the clear, the clear of the distance |
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| So, I sit |
| I don't wanna see with my eyes |
| If it's all just a lie |
| But the curtains are thin |
| And they rise in the wind |
| To the peaks of the sacred mountain |
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| I have seen the sacred mountain, oh |
| And the sky. It was blue with the snow pigeons flying |
| And the snow on the peak that I knew like a pyramid |
| Path of the great Padmasambhava |
| Who crossed in the snow to the east with the message |
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| I could breathe the air |
| There were people in the square |
| And I joined them |
| We made up the plans and we drafted petitions |
| Sending the graphs and the charts to the parliament |
| For a law to reduce the particulates |
| For all Sentient life on Earth |
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| Sentient life on Earth |
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| Yes. I know |
| They'd only move the factory down |
| To another town |
| It's never gonna change |
| Like a mountain range |
| Like a sacred truth, a sacred mountain |
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| As I look |
| At a never-ending cold gray dawn |
| The horizon gone |
| I look and I find |
| With the eye of the mind |
| What I see, what I'll tell the children listening |
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| I have seen the sacred mountain, oh |
| There's a lake and a guide and his endless compassion |
| And the path that he climbed with a joy that is limitless |
| We will work with the mind |
| 'Til the mountain—'til the mountain is what we see |
| Is what we breathe in time |
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