A Love Song

When I first laid my eyes upon you,
I felt right at home,
up on the wide open potreros,
I felt it down to the bone.

I've climbed up on her rocky peaks,
and I've been down in the oaks on her floor,
but the best parts of her are the ones that are,
just too difficult to explore.

Now the sun is setting behind my back,
and the full moon is rising up ahead.
The canyon's changing colors in front of me,
bring my ashes here when I'm dead.

Yes, this is a love song to a canyon,
and I know that wherever I may roam,
She'll be waiting for me here oh so patiently,
for my return to home.