Kate Wolf..
"Here in California, the fruit hangs heavy on the vine
but there's no gold, i thought i'd warn ya,
and the hills turn brown in the summer time"

Hugh Prestwood,
"Way up on the mountain near the high timberline
there's a twisted old tree called the bristlecone pine
the wind there is bitter it cuts like a knife
keeps that tree holding on for dear life
but hold on it does, standing it's ground
standing as empires rise and fall down
when Jesus was gathering lambs to the fold
this tree was already a thousand years old.