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Hulia of
the Mountains（山中的呼麗雅）
作者/詞: Randall Effner 作曲: Randall
Effner
演唱: Randall and Sara Effner 演奏: Guitar: Randall
Effner,Harmonica: Henry Clay
長度: 5分18秒
Lyrics
( 詞
):
In the mountains of Peru, there is a place well
known
As the Lost City of the Incas, built out of solid
stone,
Here the native woman Hulia lived and raised four
sons,
Cultivating barren land, her work was never done.
One by one her sons grew up, and had to move away
They could not make it on the land, much to her
dismay
Hulia's health declined a bit with every passing
year
Her back was bowed, her eyes were dim, she could no
longer hear
Chorus:
Life is hard, she said,
But life is grand
In the midst of pain and suffering
We come to understand
We understand.
Then one day she saw a man come walking very fast
She realized her youngest son had come back home at
last
She rejoiced to see his face with such a healthy
glow
He'd been sickly when he left, so many years ago
「With this book,」 he said to her, 「My life's been
renewed
And I believe with all my heart, it can do the same
for you
Treasure what the Teacher says and you will come to
see
Truthfulness, Compassion and Forbearance is the key」
Something stirred in Hulia's heart, a tear fell from
her eye
She held the book close to her chest and looked up
at the sky
She tried to move her lips to speak but no words
ever came
She sensed the life she'd always known would never
be the same.
Chorus:
Life is hard, she said
But life is grand
In the midst of pain and suffering,
We come to understand
We understand
Hulia was delighted after eighty years of toil
To cultivate her character and find it fertile soil
She marveled at the mysteries that the book
explained
First her vision was restored then she could hear
again!
Now in her room a photograph is hanging on the wall
Hulia stands there every day and looks at it a
while,
She thinks of all the wondrous things that have come
to be
Then nods her head and softly says, "Thank you,
Master Li."
"Thank you, Teacher, thank you, that's all that I
can say
I try to be deserving of all you do for me each day
I hear the children playing now, and the songbirds
up on high
You've given me for free what gold and silver cannot
buy.
Chorus:
Life is hard, she said
But life is grand
In the midst of pain and suffering,
We come to understand,
We understand.
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