Oh, Sister of Alexandria   Hair is golden like the sun   Watery blue eyes reflect the vista   And the azure sky above      Oh, look down to the valley,   What a sight to behold   Hold me, Sister of Alexandria   I think I may be getting old.      Come on up, I wanna go on up   Come on down, I wanna go on down.         Oh, Sister of Alexandria   Why can I only see you once a year?   When the sun pours down upon the Sierra   But traps a coldness that freezes fear      (repeat 2 & 3)