Tamalpais
Up and down
High and low
She wears no crown
The hills roll on,
with an endless flow
The princess sleeps
Forever will she lie
Not a sound will she
peep
As the days roll by
Her lay high
As the eastern peak
The birds fly in her
sky
The biker’s bike on
the steep
The green covers her
body
Like a forest of trees
The night grows foggy
And her cities by the
sea
Are light up the clouds
In their brilliant
colours
She would be so proud
Of all the fathers and
mothers
That reside in her
wake
She will sleep
endlessly
As the night takes
For she is the
princess
For she is Tamalpais
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