Sitting by a fountain, fast and free,
By the side of a mountain rolling to the sea,
Two little birds were singing up above,
Telling us the meaning of life and love.

The waters of the fountain flow so fast,
I sit and I wonder how they can last,
They flow with the noon-day, dusk and the dawn,
They will be flowing when we're gone.

The ways of the mountain, nobody knows,
But one way is open when another one close,
Don't ask why, don't ask where,
Climb that mountain, just because it's there.