Coming Down the Mountain

I was up to my elbows

You know the way it gets

I was looking for exits and I had far too many friends

So I packed up my suitcase

I threw away my phone

I told you I loved you, I just had to leave you alone

Then I went walking through the rhododendron flowers

Got me a fishing pole and it’s been ten years now

But I’m coming down the mountain again

Get the word to all my good-time friends

The fishing was fine but fishing comes to an end

I’m coming down the mountain again

I traded my trimmings

For a white cotton robe

I gave up my grudges and paid back all my loans

You fools in your cities

Think you got it made

The yoke of this harlequin world will break you to pieces someday

And you’ll go walking through the rhododendron flowers

Looking for white robes but the prophet won’t be found

I’m coming down the mountain again

Get the word to all my good-time friends

The fishing was fine but fishing comes to an end

I’m coming down the mountain again

Let’s go walking through the rhododendron flowers

Isn’t it lovely above the madding crowd?

I’m coming down the mountain again

Get the word to all my good-time friends

The fishing was fine but fishing comes to an end

I’m coming down the mountain

Coming down the mountain again