Intercontinental Music Lab
John Muir
The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.Worked by a father stern and harder than most of us ever now knowA child's hands blistered raw from the plough and the hoeBut in free moments running through valleys is where your life beganThe child is the father of the manSeeing the world through once blind eyesYou saw the earth as heaven in disguiseSo plain folk please now riseFor John.Oddly obsessed by the possibilities and properties found within woodAnd then doing with it as many things as a young mind couldMaking clocks that creaked along keeping perfect timeMachines that tipped you sleepy from your bed before the sun could shineShepard, farmer, theorist, writer,Wearer of the dungareeNaturalist, explorer, child of the forestA climber of the treesLike a friendly, bearded, wily Womble wandering freeYou were fathered by ?The Nature?And you fathered YosemiteFor everyoneSongtexteBy scientists with grants your ideas werepoo pooed and fearedBut you knew better and sat patientlyknowing behind your beardThat one day they would make the trek right to your cabin doorAnd they didWe're sorry John you were rightour science was flawedIt would seem ?The Nature? taught you moreSo thank you now for so very many generations to comeFor your glaciation theories and for all you have doneFar and wide people now care, your influence is feltThe sierra club, Laconte, Emerson, Teddy RooseveltSeeing the world through once blind eyesMusic in the animal criesSo plain folk please now riseFor John.Seeing the world through once blind eyesYou wander on through starry skiesSo plain folk please now riseFor John.
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