Donna Juanita © 2019 W. Dire Wolff

• Desert night, I was called there
• But with the morning, came the sun
• Just the sand, nothing grows there
• Just the snakes and rabbits run

• And from the mesa she calls
• Where the cities are built into walls
• Across the Playa she flies
• Just Donna Juanita and I

• From a top of the cactus she calls
• As a crow she appears to us all
• For like the phoenix she flies
• To sing the sad desert cry

• And from the mesa she calls
• Where the cities are built into walls
• Across the Playa she flies
• Just Donna Juanita and I

• The only commotion is a cool desert breeze
• The only sign is the sky
• Sun burns my thirst, but I crawl back again
• To Donna Juanita and I

• Desert night, I was called there
• But with the morning, came the sun
• Just the sand, nothing grows there
• Just the snakes and rabbits run

• And from the mesa she calls
• Where the cities are built into walls
• Across the Playa she flies
• Just Donna Juanita and I