We call this place our home
The green fern tails and sequoia groves
We've not fine jewels or a coat of arms
Beloved kin in the woods of the low-born
So don't look down with your priggish frown
Sorry 'cos you lost your worldly crown
Living for nothing in a lonely town
We fought you once before but now you've come back around
To Muir Woods
Amphitheatre glow
We seek an absolute through telescopes
We've not fine jewels or a coat of arms
Beloved kin in the woods of the low-born
So what be their function if not shapes for us?
Extrapolating meaning from a cosmic dust
Bridges strong supported by an ancient trust
We fought you twice before but now you've come back for us
To Muir Woods
