Man on the Mountain Songtext
von Mike Scott

(Oh yeah)

Ask the man on the mountain, which way to run
Whichever you choose, will be the right one
Ask the man on the mountain, which way to run
Whichever you choose, will be the right one
The right one
The right one

There was a prince of an evening
And the moon hung low
I was feeling like Mordred
When he struck the last blow
My sword hung poised
At the High King′s throat
He begged for no mercy
But sang as he spoke


Ask the man on the mountain, which way to run
Whichever you choose, will be the right one
Ask the man on the mountain, which way to run
Whichever you choose, will be the right one
The right one
The right one

Twelve crooked jurors, snuck in for the kill
Six smelt of poison and six of pigswill
The Chief said "we've got him boys cradle to crust!"
Last time I looked, they were sucking my dust

Ask the man on the mountain, which way to run
Whichever you choose, will be the right one
Ask the man on the mountain, which way to run
Whichever you choose, will be the right one
The right one

Spare a thought for the wrecker when the big day comes
Or pour salt on his heels as he runs, as he runs
The play is only staged for a glimpse of the guest
Behind the fancy dress


Each one′s a healer
Each one's a saint
Each one's a saviour
There ain′t no one who ain′t
Each one's a buddha
Each one′s a fool
Each one's a scholar, at the very same school

Ask the man on the mountain, which way to run
Whichever you choose, will be the right one
Ask the man on the mountain, which way to run
Whichever you choose, will be the right one
The right one
The right one
Hey, hey, hey

Ask the man on the mountain
Ask the man on the mountain
Ask the man on the mountain
Ask the man on the mountain