The Lucksmiths
wyoming
I like the look of Wyoming
Although I wasnât there for long
And I like the sound of Wyoming
âCause it sounds like the name of a song
The sky was big and the fields were wide
And if people lived there, they were all inside
In Wyoming
I like the light of Wyoming
It shone down in a painterly way
I met no residents of Wyoming
So about them Iâve nothing to say
The grass was pale and the sky was grey
And time that I spent there was less than a day
In Wyoming
There are fences of wood in Wyoming
That roll across prairies so grand
But they hold nothing out and they hold nothing in
So their use I do not understand
The rain in the distance, the shadow of cloud
If the hills made a sound it was not very loud
In Wyoming
- :
- First Frost
- Warmer Corners
- Naturaliste
- Where Were We?
- Staring At The Sky
- Happy Secret
- What Bird Is That?
- The Green Bicycle Case
- Boondoggle
- Miscellaneous
- A Good Kind Of Nervous
- First Tape
- Spring a Leak
- Get-to-Bed Birds
- The Matinée Grand Prix
- Cartography for Beginners
- Midweek Midmorning
- T-Shirt Weather
- A Boy, a Girl, and a Rendezvous
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