

(hmmmm) On the peaks of white snow,
where the quiet winds blow Sits the Lord of the yogis,
in the silent glow
Ash on his skin,
in the mountain
breeze Teaching
the secret of the ancient seas
Renunciation is the path
Detachment is the key
Find the divine
within your own soul
(ohhh find the key)
Wrapped in a tiger skin,
beneath the cosmic sky
Sages gather close to hear his quiet sigh Stillness in his posture,
third eye shining
bright Guiding all the seekers to the
inner light
Renunciation is the path
Detachment is the key
Find the divine
within your own soul
(hmmm within
your soul)
Find the divine... find your soul...
(shanti shanti
shanti)