On our way back home from Mexico
Driving these horses for 85 days
The yearning for adventure has left me
Now I long for Pleasant Valley to stay
Our dusty old shadows are growing
We stop for the night one last time
Tomorrow we'll see the Okanagan valley
And my sweetheart, and her lips on mine
And the coyotes sing, "oooo"
And our campfire burns down low
And I miss my girl with her pretty eyes of green
Goin' home, a little longer, goin' home
400 head and all for wagons
Barnard says I'll be his man
Training them horses for transporting people
All headed for their own promise land