In Anchorage, March the 27th, 1964
When he came back, this time though,
God looked down and said, oh,
the times they are a -changing
I will send my only daughter
as soon as I complete the staging
All the land shook and rolled
and split there was no warning
Except Gabriel had told the mom
she'd ar rive good Friday morning
that her parents named her Zooli
A bright and happy child,
Birds would come and visit her,
When they left their roosts for winter,
she would always miss them
though the classes mostly bored her
She loved the other students though,
and the teachers all adored her
We learned more from her, they said,
than we could ever teach her
when we just could not reach her
She said, we are here to love each other,
that's comparatively small
all those so -called holy ones
Why are there so few daughters
among the leaders with my sons?
Now she runs a charter boat
to see the wild creatures
In fall she teaches bush kids
at the boarding school in Sitka
On those long December nights
she is the light of winter
