City of Faith

There's a city upon a hill Where the hybrid natives dwell, Where the weather brings a chill And the view is like a spell. Pine trees grow like wild cane grass; High-pitched gongs made with brass; Rocky steps up the trail; Zigzag road, swirling rail. Fine young maiden planting veggies, Lovely roses and sweet berries; Strong young men with fair skin To the stars they're like a kin. Olden ways like tradition; G-strings worn in fashion; Woven skirts made with passion, Graced with love and compassion. Rip-rap layered with craftsmanship; Wood carving and horsemanship; Gorgeous lake amid concrete ground; Country songs played around. Cathedral upon a hill, Long steps give the thrill, Only those who have the will Can hold their faith still.