The Desert

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 passes away