Yosemite, Yosemite, I bare my head to thee, Land wonderful, land wonderful, An awesome sight to see; Thy rocks, and streams, and waterfalls, Why seek we overseas, Land of the towering cliffs, I bow Before thy mammoth trees. Yosemite, Yosemite, I bow both head and knee, And kneel on thy Cathedral floor, An ardent devotee; Land beautiful, land beautiful, I shall return to thee When Summer melts thine ice and snows— Then thou wilt welcome me. Yosemite, Yosemite, Thou art in memory, Land fanciful, land fanciful, Where images I see; Engraven on thy lofty cliffs In Nature's gallery, Thy grandeur and thy loveliness In dreams return to me. Yosemite, Yosemite, Thy waters reach the seas, Thy waterfalls in silence fell For many centuries; Land bountiful, land bountiful, My soul responds to thee, In song alone can I return What thou hast given me. |