In a canyon by a river
Lived a cowgirl who'd never
Show fear gatherin' mavericks on her palomino mare
She kept her family strong through hard times
She planned a picnic in the ponderosa pines
Said did you know that your daddy and I
Make the perfect pair
But a still march night
On a lonely dark highway
She was taken home to heaven
Too soon all would say
Now she's riding with the angels
Thundering across the sky
She sings sweet melodies
Crying by and by
Her boots may be dusty
But her spirit's soaring high
She's roping the dark clouds in that palomino sky
He sees the wild mustangs and he tips his brim
He knows they're running for her down the Mogollon Rim
Splashing through the rolling river right in front of his home
He'll hide his face in his hands when he feels the most pain
As he pictures her dancing cross the moonlit plain
Her spirit lives on and he knows he's never alone
Their baby girl looks just like her
And their boys are real fighters
They planted seeds of wildflowers
Now they're growing just for her
Now she's riding with the angels
Thundering across the sky
She sings sweet melodies
Crying by and by
Her boots may be dusty
But her spirit's soaring high
She's roping the dark clouds in that palomino sky
Now she's riding with the angels,
Thundering across the sky
She sings sweet melodies
Crying by and by
Her boots may be dusty
But her spirit's soaring high
She's roping the dark clouds in that palomino sky
She's roping the dark clouds in that palomino sky