Guess you had to be there

I might have been a late arrival But I’ve been here all this time I was here when the plates collided I passed the bread and wine   I was here when we emerged from weeds When the heavens gave us fire When our songs kept our mother awake When the rainbow held us higher   Vizcaíno saw me here in 1602 He called me by my name The island of Bearded people it was...