Wyoming

I like the look of Wyoming

Although I wasn't there for long

And I like the sound of Wyoming

'Cause 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 I've 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