Ten thousand years ago a man may have stood on this very earth site at this very moment of night to view Your awesome, definitive, consistent, dynamic, all encompassing stellar performance. Then another man five thousand years ago And another a thousand years prior And one a hundred years previous And someone yesterday or maybe none has viewed this performance from this site, at this time of night ever before. But the variable has always been mankind and never Your Show. And that brings a magnificent peace to this old ex-country boy back in the country tonight Turning and looking Turning and looking Turning and looking Turning and looking |
| Wilson's Observatory |
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