[time: 03:59]
[Lyrics: Martin Walkyier]
[Music: Graeme English]


It's a mountain that we all must climb,
In giant leaps or one step at a time.


I saw a fat, old money lender - shoes of silk and ermine,
Laughing as they stambled on blistered feet rough shod.

He never helped the poor and weak - viewed them all as
vermin,
So when he fell they passed him by and struggled up to god.


Each of us must walk a different track -
No sign to guide us and no turning back.


[Chorus:]
Humanity in motion - it's the pilgrimage eternal.

Most are blind - But i suspect what rare few know is real.
"You carry me, i'll carry you" this simple childish notion.
A cable car to Shangrai-La,

Your worn up soul to heal.

The soldier boy is marching proud (with military precision)

Kicking others from the path - so keen to reach the peak.
Never will he get there with this tactical decision -
He spends so much time fighting that each footstep takes a

week.

Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero,

Persta et obdura - omnia vincit amor!

My money's on the holy man - just clad in sack and sandals

Heard a small child crying there - so turned around and
stopped.
Like a beacon now he shines (bright as a million candles)

Alone upon the summit when the selfish have all dropped.

It's no contest - but we still race there

Like the saintly tortoise and the godless hare.

Humanity in motion - it's the pilgrimage eternal.

Most are blind - But i suspect what rare few know is real.
"You carry me, i'll carry you" this simple childish notion.
A cable car to Shangrai - La,

Your worn up soul to heal.

You're worn up sole to heal,

Your worn up soul too ...
Heal your worn up soul.