Sung to the tune “YMCA”
Young monk, lace up your hiking shoes
I said, young monk, weighed down by the blues
Go there, you will breathe in clean air
With those moun-tains all a-round you
Breathe in, Sangha, you’re on your way
I said, breathe out, toss your dark thoughts away
Blossom like a well-watered seed, you can
Walk the path mind-ful-ly
Chorus: It’s fun to hike at the YMCA
It’s fun to hike at the YMCA
You can hike with the crowd
But please don’t be loud
Brother Stream,
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Sung to the tune “YMCA”
Young monk, lace up your hiking shoes
I said, young monk, weighed down by the blues
Go there, you will breathe in clean air
With those moun-tains all a-round you
Breathe in, Sangha, you’re on your way
I said, breathe out, toss your dark thoughts away
Blossom like a well-watered seed, you can
Walk the path mind-ful-ly
Chorus: It’s fun to hike at the YMCA
It’s fun to hike at the YMCA
You can hike with the crowd
But please don’t be loud
Brother Stream, is that a storm cloud?
Young nun, you’re at the end of the line
I said, young nun, don’t let yourself lag behind
Walk fast, or you may find yourself
Alone with mountain lions
It’s fun to hike at the YMCA
It’s fun to hike at the YMCA
You can hike with the crowd
But please don’t be loud
Brother Stream, is that a storm cloud?
