I am the sacred mountain, up the seven thousand stairs
In the golden light of autumn, there was magic in the air
Clouds surrounded the summit, the wind blew strong and cold
Among the silent temples, and the writings carved in gold
Somewhere in my instincts, the primitive took hold...
I stood at the top of the mountain
And China sang to me
In the peaceful haze of harvest-time
A song of eternity...
If you raise your hands to heaven, you will live a hundred years
I stood there like a mystic, lost in the atmosphere
The clouds were suddenly parted, for a moment I could see
The patterns of the landscape, reaching to the Eastern Sea
I looked upon a presence spanning forty centuries...
I stood at the top of the mountain
And China sang to me
In the peaceful haze of harvest-time
A song of eternity...
I thought of time and distance
The hardships of history
I heard the hope and the hunger
When China sang to me
When China sang to me...