Way out in the land of the setting sun, Where the wind blows wild and free, There's a lovely spot, just the only one That means home sweet home to me. If you follow the old Kit Carson trail, Until desert meets the hills, Oh you certainly will agree with me, It's the place of a thousand thrills. Home, means Nevada, Home, means the hills, Home, means the sage and the pines. Out by the Truckee's silvery rills, Out where the sun always shines. There is the land that I love the best, Fairer than all I can see, Deep in the heart of the golden west Home, means Nevada to me. Whenever the sun at the close of the day, Colors all the western sky, Oh my heart returns to the desert grey And the mountains tow'ring high. Where the moonbeams play in shadowed glen, With the spotted fawn and doe, All the live-long night until morning light, Is the loveliest place I know. Home, means Nevada, Home, means the hills, Home, means the sage and the pines. Out by the Truckee's silvery rills, Out where the sun always shines. There is the land that I love the best, Fairer than all I can see, Deep in the heart of the golden west Home, means Nevada to me.