The Wilderness (In Memory of John Muir) © 1975 Tom Shindler
- This is where my songs are born
Upon these trails my footsteps worn
This is where I learned my peace of mind
This is where the waters fall
Through forests where the trees grow tall
Full of all the wonders you can find - This is where I learned to see
The reasons I was meant to be
This is where I know that i’m alive
This is where the mountains ring
And teach a minstrel how to sing
This is where your weary soul revives - This is where the rivers flow
When sunshine comes to melt the snow
This is where the mountains touch the sky
This is where the earth is wild
Makes you wonder like a child
This is where your spirit learns to fly - I would like to take you there (Like 1)
But then you could not be aware
The wilderness must speak to you alone
And when it’s had it’s time with you
The wilderness inside of you
Will touch your mind and let itself be known - To feel at one with all that grows (Like 3)
Beneath the loving sun that throws
Its rays of living sunlight everywhere
To feel the earth alive and wild
And know that you are but its child
Grateful for the life it let’s you share
Grateful for the love it let’s you share