Nevada Backroads

Nevada, my Nevada,

A desert and a sky,

A thousand miles of sagebrush to greet the weary eye.

A thousand miles of sagebrush,

Upon a field of gold,

A thousand miles of silence, a charm that's never old.

Out of desert vastness,

Out of deathly dust,

There comes a lure that grips the heart,

And kills the wanderlust.

A lure of lengthening shadows,

Of sunsets in the west,

Of winds forever sighing that soothe the soul to rest.

[From a 1930 vintage postcard]