"Mystic Mt. Shasta" #117

SONG OF THE MOUNTAIN

Rolling mountain, rolling mountain

Rolling mountain with snow on your crest.

Rolling mountain, Rolling mountain,

Can you tell me the tale you know best?

In the days that were old

Atlantis was bold,

She played with her toys and her gold.

But the world that you knew

Was of strong-hearted Mu;

She sang to the Mother each day.

Rolling mountain, rolling mountain

Rolling mountain with snow on your crest.

Rolling mountain, Rolling mountain,

Can you tell me the tale you know best?

The glow that is seen,

Though your cloudy-like screen

Is truth in it’s mightiest form.

For the tale of your life

Would seem laden with strife,

Ancient knowledge sunk deep in your heart.

Rolling mountain, rolling mountain

Rolling mountain with snow on your crest.

Rolling mountain, Rolling mountain,

Can you tell me the tale you know best?

The disciple who comes to

Your door to the past

Will find warm and wondrous repast.

For the food in the mountain is rich for the soul

And will open the heart to the whole.

Rolling mountain, rolling mountain

Rolling mountain with snow on your crest.

Rolling mountain, Rolling mountain,

Can you tell me the tale you know best?

Jackalyn Ward ã1983