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Love Lyrics of a Cowboy
The old range sleeps, there hain't a stir.
Less it's a night-hawk's sudden whir, Or cottonwoods a-whisperin' while The red moon smiles a lovin' smile. An' there I set an' hold her hand So glad I jes can't understand The reason of it all, or see Why all the world looks good to me; Or why I sees in it heap more Of beauty than I seen before. Fool talk, perhaps, but it jes seems
We're ridin' through a range o' dreams; Where medder larks the year round sing, An' It's jes one eternal spring. An' time — why time is gone — by gee! There's no such thing as time to me Until she says, " Here, boy, you know You simply jes have got to go; It's nearly twelve." I rides away, " Dog-gone a clock! " is what I say. R. V. Can. |
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