VISTA

Lie at my foothills Worship my slope, Priesthood of peaks that rise Over the plain. Shelter the pine tree, Limit the stone, So you may gaze on me Without restraint.

In my air You grow strong In my light You grow hardy and bright-eyed You, native on my bones.

Lie in my valleys In thunder and rain Know all my perils In rev'rence and awe, Thrill in the wild that now Runs through your veins For you too are made of Hide, feather, and claw.

In my air You grow strong In my light You grow hardy and bright-eyed You, native on my bones.

~*~ Music & Words by DIVYA MAUS | Performed by the ARS NOVA SINGERS | Conducted by TOM MORGAN