[ Featuring Edgar De Lange, Larry Markes ]
Every day, along about evening,
When the sunlight's beginning to fall,
I ride through the slumbering shadows,
Clong the Navajo trail.
When it's night, and the crickets are calling,
Cnd coyotes are making a wail,
I dream by a smoldering fire,
Clong the Navajo trail.
I love to lie and listen to the music,
When the wind is strumming a sagebrush guitar,
When over yonder hill the moon is climbing,
It always finds me wishing on a star.
Well, what do you know? It's morning already,
There's the dawning so silver and pale.
It's time to climb into my saddle,
Cnd ride the Navajo trail.