I want to go where the peaks turn snow to water Where the pine trees grow as far as the eyes can see Oh the bluebirds sing with the wind and the sage in harmony I want to go where the trees are green year round Where the deer lay on your front lawn Oh the pine cones sting because I insist on bare feet So I'll take the freeway to old winding road Desert to forest back to my home Where the pine trees grow Where the pine trees grow Where the pine trees grow I want to go where the seasons are all present Autumn rain, winter snow, spring buds and summers bloom Oh the coyotes sing with the bats to the moon in harmony So I'll take the freeway to old winding road Desert to forest back to my home Where the pine trees grow Where the pine trees grow Where the pine trees grow It's not perfect It snows in June It's freezing in winter And the skies are blue But it's home to me It calls to me in harmony So I'll take the freeway to old winding road Desert to forest back to my home Where the pine trees grow Where the pine trees grow Where the pine trees grow