I walk the washes
Of Cabeza Prieta
On mornings fair

In sandy bottoms
With green, green banks
Of Palo Verde

And sung to me
Are a dozen songs
From birds I know

So sweet, so clear
They sweep away
My workaday woes

It’s a river of song
I’m floating on
So deep, so clean

A river of song
We’re floating on
The birds and me

In high, hot mountains
Desert bighorn roam
Against blue sky

Wild and wary
They follow me
With golden eyes

And far below us
Sonora’s own
Pronghorn glide

Racing the ravens
With dusty puffs
From hooves that fly

It’s a river of song
I’m floating on
So deep, so clean

A river of song
We’re floating on
The birds and me

Here under the sun
The heat pours down
Through cloudless skies

Here under the sun
In nature’s way
Cabeza style

The sunset’s glory
Defies the brush
To paint its face

And grand sunrises
Push long, still nights
Out of the day

From peaceful evenings
The dark sky blooms
With jewels of light

As the silent moon
Rises full
Through saguaros high

Cabeza Prieta
O, sacred place
My desert home

Cabeza Prieta
O, sacred place
My desert home