I like the look of Wyoming Although I wasn't there for long And I like the sound of Wyoming Cause it sounds like the name of a song The sky was big and the fields were wide And if people lived there, they were all inside In Wyoming I like the light of Wyoming It shone down in a painterly way I met no residents of Wyoming So about them I've nothing to say The grass was pale and the sky was grey And time that I spent there was less than a day In Wyoming There are fences of wood in Wyoming That roll across prairies so grand But they hold nothing out and they hold nothing in So their use I do not understand The rain in the distance, the shadow of cloud If the hills made a sound it was not very loud In Wyoming