High Sierras
(Bob Nolan)
The high Sierras call to me.
The wonderful days roll by.
The scented breeze, the whispering trees
‘Way up in the clear blue sky.
The high Sierras call to me.
I gotta go back there soon.
I left my heart among the pines along the trails
Up in the high Sierras.
Where the dawn breaks upon a wonder world
And wild creatures greet you with a “How do you do?
Old friend, we’re glad to have you back again.
And where have you been so long?”
The high Sierras call to me
And if they should call you, too,
You’ll leave your heart among the pines along the trails
Up in the high Sierras.
Where the dawn breaks upon a wonder world
And wild creatures greet you with a “How do you do?
Old friend, we’re glad to have you back again.
And where have you been so long?”
The high Sierras call to me
And if they should call you, too,
You’ll leave your heart among the pines along the trails
Up in the high Sierras.
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