From the Songs of Joshua Tree album © Radio Flyer Music
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Lyrics:
MINERVA HOYT
Thoughtless souls, they dug their holes
Stole the cactus, and burned the trees
No regard for the hurt, to the high desert
Just garden trophies for the cities

This practice went on for many a year
In the land of the noble Joshua Tree
Till Minerva Hoyt began to fear
There’d be no desert wonderland to see

(chorus)
There’s a mural on a wall, where we come one and all
North entrance to Joshua Tree
Minerva Hoyt is standing there, in this desert she cared for
Thank her for all we get to see

She set out on a plan, to preserve this desert land
And though it took many years of time
In 1936, came true her dream of a picture-
perfect monument we come to anytime