Текст песни 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