Watch the way the water flows
Down beside the mountain's toes
Clouds loom heavy on the peak
Quiet now; let Shasta speak
Gather sage and cedarwood
Burn the pyre bright and good
Dancing tides begin to move
Pray that Shasta will approve
For if we fail rocks will rain down
No time to waste we must make haste
Before it's anger we will drown
Unless we learn to change our pace
Oh what a beauty; the world made for me
Treated so shitty but does it have to be?