His body was never found

Let's me and you
head up to those snowy
Sierra Nevada crags, round
Mt. Tamalpais way, just north
a' ol' San Fran, I'd like
to catch a glimpse of that
trail wandering bum, that
zen lunatic bum I've heard so
much about, some Bodhisattva
maniac on the pass, talking to hisself,
no dental records, no past, no claims,
just foot and mountain and broken shoes,

let's draw out a ring of bones,
let's meet the white fog on the hill,
let's say a prayer for skinny forgotten ghosts,
let's collect doomed berries,
let's break the lady's spell,

Let's me and you
head up to those snowy
Sierra Nevada cliffs, where
his body was never found.