[Intro] [Verse 1] From the porch, I gaze upon the land, Where Lizard Butte in majesty stands. Its rugged form, like ancient lore, A sentinel from the days of yore. [Verse 2] Mar-sing pond, so still and deep, Mirrors the dawn in peaceful sleep. Its waters gleam with golden light, A quiet glow that chases night. [Verse 3] Just below the Butte’s proud rise, The Snake River wineds and sighs. A silver thread in morning’s breath, Carving paths through life and death. [Verse 4] The Snake River flows with gentle grace, A timeless pulse, a steady pace. It weaves through fields both green and wide, An ancient dance by Lizard’s side. [Verse 5] The eastern sky, a canvas bright, Unfolds in hues of softest light. The sun ascends, a golden crown, To bathe the Butte and Mar-sing town. [Verse 6] In this serene and sacred place, Where time slows down its hurried pace, I find a peace both deep and true, Beneath the sky’s most brilliant blue. [Interlude] (Cello and harp only) [Verse 7] Lizard Butte, you stand so tall, A guardian to witness all. From the porch, I humbly see The beauty of this land so free. [Outro] Lizard Butte, Robin loved this view.
