Higher and higher to meet with the day
Clouds moving softly over the bay
Sparkling motes and shimmer of snow
And far distant green in valleys hung low
A tumble of mass and tinkertown fields
A watercolor painting of a city that's real
Your viewpoint expanding to meet with the sun
To the crest of the horizon where the river's begun
And then looking down at a slope, slanting trees
Breathing in the silence and the cool mountain breeze
Harmony and contest in a rhythmic dance
A miracle of matter by spirit enhanced
Higher and higher to meet with the day
Higher and higher to meet with the day
