I am Echo, the Silver State Coyote — wild and free,
Born of the hills and the old pine tree.
Battle Born, I travel with pride,
With Nevada’s spirit at my side.

I howl for the dreamers, the brave, and the bold,
For ghost towns that faded, but the tales are retold.
The stars remember, the wind still knows —
Where the silver runs, the coyote goes.

When you hear the howling wind in the desert breeze,
Know the past still walks with gentle ease.
I carry the sound of the desert wide,
With the whisper of sage on the wind as my guide.

I roam the high Sierra mountain range,
And all their spirits ride with me through every change.
I carry the voices of those who came before,
And howl for the trailblazers who have yet to still explore.

When they hear the call, they'll know it’s true —
Echo the Coyote is calling to you.