" I'm gonna run you
over when I come
back down"
- Dennis Nedry
Intercontinental Music Lab

John Muir

Subject: John Muir, Music by Rob Fisher, Lyrics/vocals by Julian Peters, backing vocals Rob Fisher

The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.

Worked by a father stern and harder than most of us ever now know
A child’s hands blistered raw from the plough and the hoe
But in free moments running through valleys is where your life began
The child is the father of the man

Seeing the world through once blind eyes
You saw the earth as heaven in disguise
So plain folk please now rise
For John.

Oddly obsessed by the possibilities and properties found within wood
And then doing with it as many things as a young mind could
Making clocks that creaked along keeping perfect time
Machines that tipped you sleepy from your bed before the sun could shine

Shepard, farmer, theorist, writer,
Wearer of the dungaree
Naturalist, explorer, child of the forest
A climber of the trees
Like a friendly, bearded, wily Womble wandering free
You were fathered by “The Nature”
And you fathered Yosemite
For everyone

By scientists with grants your ideas were
poo pooed and feared
But you knew better and sat patiently
knowing behind your beard
That one day they would make the trek right to your cabin door
And they did
We’re sorry John you were right
our science was flawed
It would seem “The Nature” taught you more

So thank you now for so very many generations to come
For your glaciation theories and for all you have done
Far and wide people now care, your influence is felt
The sierra club, Laconte, Emerson, Teddy Roosevelt

Seeing the world through once blind eyes
Music in the animal cries
So plain folk please now rise
For John.

Seeing the world through once blind eyes
You wander on through starry skies
So plain folk please now rise
For John.

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