Gold, Green

Let it be

On a day in March

California;

When the grass is green

On the rolling hills

And the snow

Is deep in the mountains—

Let it be

On a day like this

That we plant a tree

California

For the years to come

For the little ones

And the lakes

Will be pure in the mountains—

Let it be gold and green

California;

That we touch the ground

That we heal the land

From the mountains to the sea.

c. March 1978