golden hills you live below that bridge is everlasting bold and bright you blazed the night that trail is never fading not without the fleeting light range of light adorned in white in fields first dawn is yawning not without that fleeting light the future unfolding the fall light instilling hot granite climbed half dome the tan lines in sun chrome and westward found tea pool and beach walks with tiny the steeple the belfry surpassing the old scenes come chanting the chorus and cliff side well shore up small winged the big trees wawona you miss me the future unfolding the fall light instilling hot granite climbed half dome the tan lines in sun chrome