The blooming thistles and lupine waves
Along the hillside of verbena and sage
And the quiet plays on and on
Down in the valley of river stone
With a burning hue to her glow
You know it well
Wild home
The blood red poppies and golden primrose
Painting the highways and old county roads
And you think on the time when the thought to roam
Never crossed your mind and all that you’ve known
Was right by your side
In a wild home