I sing of the desert,
The dirt is so clean,
The air is so fair.
The folks are not mean
'Cause there's no people there.
I sing of the desert,
The bushes are brave,
On the hot sandy plain
They root and survive
Without sprinkler or rain.
I sing of the desert,
The snakes and the toads,
They're used to the clime.
If they keep off the roads,
They live a long time.
I sing of the desert,
The nights are so clear,
The air is so still,
You can reach for a star
Whenever you will.
I sing of the desert,
It's ample and wide,
And that's where I'll stay,
And that's where I'll bide,
And that's where I'll hide,
Till the tide of the cities pa**es away.