When the wind whispers o'er the prairie
When the grass swells like the tide
When old leathers mew as they tend to do
When they stretch the fresh rawhide
When the sound of cowboy's jingling spurs
Across the canyons ring
When the cattle bawl their haunting call
These are the sounds of spring
And every spring is round-up time
When cowboys earn their pay
Gathering herds together
And locating every stray
This is a time legends are born
As heroes come to light
In stories cowboys love to tell
Around campfires at night
When cowboys die along the trail
Few monuments are found
They're often buried where they fell
Pushing their herds to town
And though no funeral may prevail
To honor one who rode
New songs and ballads may arise
For that's the cowboy's code
And Mistrels sing in stories true
Plucked on rusty guitars
New tales of cowboy heroes
At rest beneath the stars
Jul 28, 2011
Jul 28, 2011 at 5:03 PM UTC
When the wind whispers o'er the prairie
When the grass swells like the tide
When old leathers mew as they tend to do
When they stretch the fresh rawhide
When the sound of cowboy's jingling spurs
Across the canyons ring
When the cattle bawl their haunting call
These are the sounds of spring
And every spring is round-up time
When cowboys earn their pay
Gathering herds together
And locating every stray
This is a time legends are born
As heroes come to light
In stories cowboys love to tell
Around campfires at night
When cowboys die along the trail
Few monuments are found
They're often buried where they fell
Pushing their herds to town
And though no funeral may prevail
To honor one who rode
New songs and ballads may arise
For that's the cowboy's code
And Mistrels sing in stories true
Plucked on rusty guitars
New tales of cowboy heroes
At rest beneath the stars