Fuji-san - Patti Smith

Oh, mountain of our eyes, what do you see?

The girl with the omen dice, bowing to thee

Mortal soldiers clear the path, shake the omen tree

Oh, mountain of our eyes, oh plea

Oh, hear our plea

See the five fingers laid, like a hand in blue

In sideways of the pure

Together glimpse of you, together glimpse of you

The great lake, the white shoot

Your white mind, mind

Whoa, mountain of mine

Whoa, Fuji-san, for a planning

Into the blue, into the great mist

Into the bright, into your light

Oh, mountain of our eyes, we’re calling you

Will you hear our cries, what will the poor boy do?

What will the poor girl do?

We’re coming to you

Whoa, Fuji-san

Whoa, mountain of our eyes, what do you see?

The girl with the omen dice, shaking the tree

Shaking the omen tree