Tai Shan

High on the sacred mountain
Up the seven thousand stairs
In the golden light of autumn
There was magic in the airClouds surrounded the summit
The wind blew strong and cold
Among the silent temples
And the writings carved in goldSomewhere in my instincts
The primitive took holdI stood at the top of the mountain
And China sang to me
In the peaceful haze of harvest time
A song of eternityIf you raise your hands to heaven
You will live a hundred years
I stood there like a mystic
Lost in the atmosphereThe clouds were suddenly parted
For a moment I could see
The patterns of the landscape
Reaching to the eastern seaI looked upon a presence
Spanning forty centuriesI stood at the top of the mountain
And China sang to me
In the peaceful haze of harvest time
A song of eternityI 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