And the good earth shook the day that Jesus was reborn
In Anchorage, March 27th, 1964
When He came back this time though it was as a baby 
girl
Her parents said Her mission was the same, to save the 
world

God looked down and said, oh the times they were 
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 told the mom She'd arrive Good Friday 
morning

And so it came to pass that Her parents called Her Zuly
A bright and happy child, also willful and unruly
The birds would come and visit Her, they wished they 
could take Her with them
Then they left their roosts for winter, She would 
always miss them

Zuly won a scholarship though 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
But there were times when we just could not reach Her"

She said we are here to love each other, that is all
And organized religion that's comparatively small
Not that I don't love all those so-called holy ones
But why are there so few daughters among the leaders of 
My sons?

Now She runs a charter boat in Resurrection Bay
She takes tourists to see the wild creatures every 
summers day
In fall She teaches bush kids at the boarding school in 
Sitka
On those long December nights She is the light of 
winter