Old mountain grey
Watching passing days
Above all who die
It's only friend is the sky
Who's forgotten him
In his own home
On the autumn aging
I travel to him
The road is changing
With the snows I move aside
And from its paths high
I hear the earth sigh
Clouds are raging
They tell me I should stop my climb
“You cannot come here"
The mountain roared
“You are of those who
Dwell on the shore
Turn back now
For there's nothing here
Nothing but an end
Where you will disappear...”
His mad voice inside the wind
In madder storm, forming for me
I'd dwell on this peak of mine
If I only knew why
I'd never stop this climb:
“Lonely mountain old
My end is all my own
It does not matter for me
I seek the bird of fire
Who touched your empty sky
There's something I hope to find.”
In the end, he let me go
But wanted me to know
That like him I'd never be free