Show Me a Place Like Bright Escondido

Show me a place like bright Escondido,
Where the sun splashes, dry breezes blister,
Verdant foothills around seethe and glister,
Take me there if you know, I long to go.

The fields and pastures have been bought and sold,
Asphalt and concrete tear through the valley,
Carving out neighborhoods, streets and alleys,
The land that remains is more precious than gold.

Show me a place like bright Escondido,
Set aside somewhere for the moon to shine.
Give me fields of white sage, scrub oak and pine.
Take me there if you know, I long to go.