(Tom Johnston)

People rushin' everywhere

If they'd only slow down once

They might find something there

Green trees and timber land

People workin' with their hands

For sure a different way to live

Gonna keep my cabin at hand

Retreat and live off the land

All around Ukiah, wo

The mountain streams that rush on by

Show the fish a jumpin'

And reflect the open sky

The fresh clean smell of the pines Symbol of unchanging times

All around this sacred land

Strangely, though, I've found my way

Right here I'm gonna stay

In this land Ukiah, wo