Dusty Wind of the Coachella Valley

Spring has spent her youth her hours have swiftly gone summer comes burning like an aching tooth Dusty wind blow softly on Keep back the blasting heat that leaves no stone to rest upon the very earth burns the feet Dusty wind blow softly on Gently kiss one last spring flower bury her seed before your powers wan awaiting silently some spring shower Dusty wind blow softly on.