Fire is mourning, wine is poor
Read a piece just to keep from being bored
It's cold out there
We're old and not dare take fear in our hands
And disappear into the air up on the mountain
Into the air up on the mountain

I never lived a sportsman's life
Never left home, I never took a wife
When I look back on my younger days
I just rather not see through all the smoke and haze
Into the air up on the mountain
Into the air up on the mountain.

Lift me up somehow over ordinary demons
Could not help all the lions
Lift me up somehow over ordinary demons
Could not help all the lions
Into the air up on the mountain
Into the air and down the mountain

You're willing to sleep and you won't see the now
You will say whatever to help you sit above
Into the air up on the mountain
Into the air up on the mountain
Into the air and down the mountain.