Snowy mountain, Snowy mountain,

I wonder sometimes....
How do you stand there all the time?
Watching people do their climbs,
Witnessing all of the ***** crimes,
And when the first light glows,
Let the wind starts to blow,
The sky fills with the crows,
The beauty begins to show,

Snowy mountain, Snowy mountain...

You stand there up so high,
Watching sparrows as they fly,
How do you watch them fal?
How do you lean beside the wall
Do you close your eyes as they stumble?
Or do you open them double?

Snowy mountain, Snowy mountain..

I wonder sometimes,
How do you see all these shrines?