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Jakob Dylan - On Up The Mountain

You're old enough to know well

The better things are all up hill

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

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

You'll go down and you'll go deep

But you won't surrender your masterpiece

Here it comes and there it goes

The unbearable sound of the earth

Making men out of boys

First you learn then you'll teach

About the bright bright light

Making its way

You will deliver your masterpiece