Sangtekst: Jakob Dylan. Seeing Things. On Up The Mountain.

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