| Nevada, my Nevada, A desert and a sky, a thousand miles of sagebrush to greet the weary eye. A thousand miles of sagebrush Upon a filed of gold, A thousand miles of silence; a charm that's never old! Nevada my Nevada, An endless inland sea Of all it and sagebrush And winds forever free, Out of thy desert vastness, Out of thy deathly dust, There comes a lure that grips the heart and kills the wanderlust. A lure of length'ning shadows Of sunsets in the West Of winds forever sighing, that soothe the soul to rest. |
