[1] My house is stone my [4] hands are [1] muddy
I've worked my fingers [4] to the [1] bone
But still I find my [4] life a-[1]-wanting
There is no strength to [4] carry [1] on

[1] I'm gonna climb up to the [4] top of the [1] mountain
Gaze across the golden sunset sky
I'll catch a glimpse of the [4] early [1] moonlight
Look for a home way [5] up on [1] high

You know I've tried to live the good life
By working stone and turning clay
Flesh is weak the spirit stronger
My life is soon to pass away

Throughout the years I've often wondered
Where I would find a lasting peace
The mountains always seem to whisper
Come here you'll find what you seek