When the desert winds are blowing,
And the trees perform their dance,
Is that a fit and proper time
To think about romance?
When the Sonoran sun is high
And temperatures are baking,
Could I assume a kiss
Is right there for the taking?
And when monsoon rains come down
With noise and streaks of light,
Would you be willing to say
That a hug would be just right?
Whatever the day or time of year,
If desert skies are gray, or blue,
It’s always the perfect time
To be, my love, with you.
