There's A Place I Know That I Can Go

There's a place I know, that I can go

Where a man still has room to roam

Where the air's still clear and the sky's still blue,

And the red man calls it home.

Some of us were born here,

And then some of us just came,

To these mountains,

through the valleys,

In a soft New Mexico rain.

I'll spend my days in New Mexico,

Where the mountains touch the sun

I'll spend my days in New Mexico,

Where you and nature can be one.

There's a farmer in the valley,

He's as happy as can be

A pretty, dark-eyed senorita

Works beside him in their fields

And the dust has hardly settled

From those trail drives long ago,

You can hear those cowboys singin'

Lie low, little doggies lie low.

Now that sun it's slowly sinking,
O'er this wide and peaceful land

And it's going to paint a picture,

In the sky for you and me

The colors, oh, so rich and so rare,

Enfold this graceful land

And it makes me wish that I was there
When God made these mountains with his hands.

Where the desert meets the mountains

And the mountains touch the sun.