The Lonely Cowboy

I can see them in the valley,

The cowboys are on their ride,

Orange skies above them,

My heart is filled with pride,

They know their way,

They’re here to stay.

For this here land did call us,

We heard it in our hearts,

We each did leave the city,

For here to make our mark,

In this wide land,

We made our stand.

The song is on the wind,

That bears our spirits high,

The wilderness brings freedom,

Which is the reason why,

This life we enjoy

And I am,

The Lonely Cowboy.

From the time the sun rises,

Making a living from the land,

In thanks for each day we see,

And strength given to our hands,

For our children,

And what we give them.

From my hill the story flows,

Like the river down below,

They’re riding hard under the sunshine,

Or working deep through driving snow,

They know no limit,

Just how to give it.

The song is on the wind,

That bears our spirits high,

The wilderness brings freedom,

Which is the reason why,

This life we enjoy

And I am,

The Lonely Cowboy.

I remember riding with them,

And being left behind,

For I could not ride no further,

When my eyes ceased to shine,

They were beside me,

When my soul left me.

They hung my hat on the marker,

Which was placed upon this hill,

Where my soul prefers to wander,

As the beauty draws me still,

I see them riding,

As my spirit flies.

My song rides on this wind,

That bears my spirit high,

The wilderness brings freedom,

From Heaven’s beauty high,

The sweet song of joy,

Never again I am to be,

The Lonely Cowboy.