Even blind eyes can see the mountain
turn into a fountain, that overflows with joy
turning into shouts of glee
smiles abound when facing each new day
no heartache or pain can deny the ever-filling laughter
that comes from within and spreads out to the great wide world
feel sad for for just a moment, then let the moment fade

Joy surrounds the spirit, let the spirit fly free
to seek its happiness inside the glow of love
take care the treasures you hold dear
they are the source from which the fountain flows
and the mountain is not a mountain
when it moves as a molehill
to become a river flowing joyously