You’re old enough to know wellnThe better things are all up hillnBitter songs are never sungnIn the highlands where you belongnIn the smoke of cannons belownMen they bury each other in rowsnPeople come people gonWork in numbers and leave alonennThere’s a light making its waynOn up the mountain night and daynYou’ll get tired and you’ll get weaknBut you won’t abandon your masterpiecennOff to sleep you’ll gonThrough the halls and opened doorsnSilver bells swinging lownStrung in branches of the unknownnSoon morning comesnTo warm the world and wake you upnNight is gone awful fastnIt ain’t wrong to be sadnnThere’s a light making its waynOn up the mountain night and daynYou’ll go down and you’ll go deepnBut you won’t surrender your masterpiecennHere it comes and there it goesnThe unbearable soundnOf the earth making men out of boysnFirst you learn then you’ll teachnAbout the bright light