Running round the sacred mountainnThe rushing streamnFeel the powernIn everythingnBy the water, where the air is clearnSurrender everythingnnOld hearts grow younger againnThey promise bringnThe greenest plants are tendernThey're full of sap in springnEmpty the places of the mindnRunning to the lightnRunning to the lightnnThose who stride too far too soon,nWill not hold pacenOnly the calmnWill win the racenThrough the forest, the sea of mountain pinenSurrender everythingnnOnly those whonGreatness see in little thingsnWorthy are the simplenThey're happy in their waysnSelf will wither out of sightnRunning to the lightnRunning to the lightnnArise soulnSoar above the singing rivernGo lying downnInto the groundnQuickened by the streamnWhen all is said and donenThe race moves onnnRunning, runningnnRunning, runningnnRunning, runningnnOh running, runningnnHe-ya, He-ya, Hey-heynnHe-ya, He-ya, Hey-heynnHe-ya, He-ya, Hey-hey