Albuquerque

Albuquerque You loved your Albuquerque The enchantment it fulfills From down along the Rio Up to the Northeast hills And the lofty Sandia Mountains With their watermelon hue But when I think of Albuquerque I’m thinking dear of you I could have stayed in Albuquerque I really think I could I can taste the chilies cooking Still smell the pinion wood I can hear the coyotes howling They’re calling to me too But when I think of Albuquerque I’m thinking dear of you The azure blue I see there Lights up the southern sky And all along the valley I smell the bread they fry The layout of its Old Town Where nothing there is new But when I think of Albuquerque I’m thinking dear of you