How green are the valleys how tall are the trees
 How cool are the rivers how soft is the breeze
 If it's just like my dreams then I must go and see
 For the Red Hills of Utah are calling me
 So long I have waited since I was a child
 Merely the thought keeps my [bad word] wild
 I've waited so long now it's hard to believe
 The Red Hills of Utah at last I will see
 How pretty are flowers that bloom in the spring
 How sweet are the songs the mockingbirds sing