Lone Cebador
Gaucho child
With weary boots of leather
Weary shirt, indian feather
He sat on pampa grass,
Beside the cracking fire
and the desert mass
With his thoughts wandering
Wild eyes gazing into the
evening sky
A bird of prey - thru the air he flew
The Lone Cebador with nothing
but his thoughts, and his sacred brew
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 10:27 AM UTC
Lone Cebador
Gaucho child
With weary boots of leather
Weary shirt, indian feather
He sat on pampa grass,
Beside the cracking fire
and the desert mass
With his thoughts wandering
Wild eyes gazing into the
evening sky
A bird of prey - thru the air he flew
The Lone Cebador with nothing
but his thoughts, and his sacred brew
