Enchanted Land
It was just an old license plate
From off the back of the camper
It was cracked, worn and aged
Had seen many a place
Came from Albuquerque
Nestled in the Sandia
Enchanted land
Ride the tramway to the mountain top
The horizon doesn’t seem to stop.
A desert oases
Where the Indian
And the Mexican
Live with the coyote
With the Manzano peeping in
It’s nuclear secrets buried underneath
Where the Horned Toad spits blood out of its eye
The Blue Tailed lizard runs by as if it could fly
The silky sands blow into every part of the body
Many canyons to hike that take you up high
Lot's of rocks to throw
Be in Santa Fe tomorrow.
It something I can’t do justice to describe
It’s visions are buried deep in my brain
Where many a sand forts were built
Sometimes I wonder if remnants still remain
Enchanted land
Tumbleweed rolls on down that gravel road
Like they are chasing those horny toads
As long as the wind blows
Finding many an arrowhead for my bow
There’s lots to do
Be in Santa Fe tomorrow
Have a license to renew.
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