The Romantic Cowboy
I touch the western breeze in song.
I see the snow freeze rocky mountain.
I know that land is right and wrong.
I know that death is weak and strong.
Mountains die and rivers fountain.
I ride the plains from east to west.
I ride the plains from south to north.
And reach the place I love the best.
A lonesome heart my song breaks forth.
Until death’s valley takes my rest.