Bradley Andrews

Lyrics

There were six of us, hiking on the Inca trail
The ancient stones spoke to us, seekers of the Holy Grail
Every night the rain came down and washed away our sin
We woke refreshed like children, ready to do it all over again

Then there were sixty, wandering through the country side
Like shepherds with our flock, we took beauty for our guide
The Southern Cross, the Milky Way, the llama’s eyes to which we prayed
alive, we were so alive

Then there were six hundred, climbing in the mountain air
The sun, the moon, the sky above, we were in the condor’s lair
Every night the snow came down and covered where we’d been
We woke refreshed like children, ready to do it all over again

Then there were six thousand, holding to the Inca cross
The sacred valley guarded us, so we could not be lost
Ausangate, Urubamba, Machu Pichu, here we come
alive, alive

Now there are more of us than all the stars in the sky
The bones of us begin to rise, soon you will hear our cries
Every night the wind comes up and whispers of our kin
We wake refreshed like children, ready to do it all over again
The Southern Cross, the Milky Way, the llama’s eyes to which we pray
alive, alive
Ausangate, Urubamba, Machu Pichu, here we come
alive