There's a state that we love in the far golden West In the land of the pinon and pine; Where Nature is robes of bright sunshine is dressed, And the hills clothed with verdure divine. There lithe willows grow and clear waters flow through an Eden of beauty untold; Where Nature her rich panorama has spread And calls to us, "Come, and behold!" There are landscapes alluring that gladden the sight And canyons hat thrill as they yawn; there are shadows, and tints of the rainbow's soft hues In the glories of sunset and dawn. there are fair fields of yucca, the lamps of the Lord, that raise their white plumes toward the sky; And the wild mountain eagle, her eyrie that builds On the rocks where the cliff rises high. There are caverns whose depth by Titans was wrought On the morn of Creation's first dawn; there are dwellings of people of primitive race Who for ages from earth have been gone. Here are walls of El Morro that tower to Heaven And are haunted at night by a wraith; And the ship rock that stands in the Navajo Lands, Ancient ark of the Indian's faith. Dear colorful country of love and romance thy beauty and praises we sing; The past and the present so richly combine Such wealth of enchantment to bring; Thy daughters and sons evermore will rejoice In the state that has given them birth; For New Mexico is and forever will be The most colorful place on the earth!