Well, the year it is 1966 good friends and the date is September 22
the setting of my story is Glen Canyon, Arizona and the rocks are red, the sky is blue
the glory of this land with it's canyon walls so grand and it's rushing, roaring river running thru
can scarcely be described, tho photographs have tried to save the beauty seen by just a few

The first men in this land were the Anasazi Indians- built their pueblos high upon the rocky walls
and then the greedy Spaniards, in search of seven cities, were the next to view the canyon's waterfalls
in 1869 major Powell made the climb over the rapids in his wooden boats so small
but on this fateful day, a flood will wash away all the secrets that were seen by them all

So the events of my story now describe the ceremony of the opening of the Glen Canyon Dam
for this artificial monster of steel and rock and concrete seeks to drown many hundred miles of land
this dam can take away in one single day a million years of Mother Nature's plan
and when the gates are shut, the canyon that she cut will covered with a lake made by man

And so upon this day, assembled in the audience are the governors of the four corner states
and the wife of the president, Lady Bird Johnson will close up the dam's great gates
but what will happen next, nobody suspects and the history books will all record this date
for today the works of man are powerless to stand up against the twisting trickery of fate

So the lady makes her speech and she turns to pull the lever and she's followed by the flash bulbs and cheers
but as the crowd is watching, a great roaring rumble of deafening destruction fills their ears
and in that commotion, the loveliest explosion ever seen by man wipes clear
the threat of that huge dam that loomed upon the land and cowed the canyon in a cloud of fear

For some unknown hero with a rucksack full of dynamite- we will forever wonder at his name-
sabotaged the dam with angelic ingenuity and destroyed it in a cloud of smoke and flame
and from the rubble of the walls, the Floyd E. Dominy Falls now flow with their own legend and fame
but as i think back now, i have to wonder how it could have happened- maybe it was all a dream

So the year it is 1966 good friends and the date is September 22
the setting of my story is Glen Canyon, Arizona and the rocks are red, the sky is blue
the glory of this land with it's canyon walls so grand and it's rushing, roaring river running thru
can scarcely be described, tho photographs have tried to save the beauty seen by just a few