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Walking by rockslides
Through the fog and the rain
Higuera ventures out
Away from the slanted ranks
Looking for a fig tree that won’t fall
Higuera reaches out
To get there by night
Darker than the caves
Legends of dwarfs
Culture written historically
Drawn on the walls
Carved by glacier
Etched by unwavering, careful hands

Like white water down the Andes
Samaipata flows through the veins
Twisting through jungles
Forests of giant ferns
Fed by the rains
Higuera is finding his gold
Samaipata and the Andes
Are feeding Higuera’s soul

Searching for Samaipata
With no one else around
Away from any evil souls
Only round and friendly faces
Young or Old
Smiles amid nose and chin
Folks shining bright
Appreciate all the beauty
Learning the local song and dance
Living their ways
By nature and legendary tales
Higuera’s not selfish, he’s not young
Hears what he’s been told
Since the age of one
Not trying to live too old too soon
Searching for Samaipata
Where the waters don’t bite
Like the frostbite of the cold
Lagoons sit in volcanic craters
The foothills are richer than gold

Like white water down the Andes
Samaipata flows through the veins
Twisting through jungles
Forests of giant ferns
Fed by the rains
Higuera is finding his gold
Samaipata and the Andes
Are feeding Higuera’s soul

Higuera
Higuera
He’ll find the gold
His tree won’t fall

Heading through the foothills
Of the Andes in South America
Building a cabin near
A forty-eight acre ranch
Down the rivers of the salmon
Skies of hawks
Lying on fields of the mountainside
In the valley of Little Switzerland
Caves, rock formations, waterfalls
Samaipata, Samaipata
He’ll pass El Fuerte
Translate the truth
The lucky are cruel
The smart always knew
Higuera’s searching for something new
In Samaipata
Where the foothills are richer than gold
And the Andes add more

Like white water down the Andes
Samaipata flows through the veins
Twisting through jungles
Forests of giant ferns
Fed by the rains
Higuera is finding his gold
Samaipata and the Andes
Are feeding Higuera’s soul

Higuera
Higuera
He’ll find the gold
His tree won’t fall

He put it on paper
Drew it on the log cabin walls
Made his way on a journey
Eating the flavors of wild fruit
Organic vegetables
Elevating on land
Through the portal in the hills
Away from the city, Santa Cruz
Like flying to the moon
The rooster crows
Higuera feels alive in the morning
He’ll feel alive all afternoon
Higuera will feel alive, He’ll feel alive
All day and night
Adventures in Samaipata
Samaipata in his hands
Samaipata, Samaipata
Samaipata in his veins
Samaipata, Samaipata, Samaipata
And the Andes are Higuera’s gold

Higuera
Higuera
He’ll find the gold
His tree won’t fall

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