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THE COYOTES HOWL
©Gary Bowman

The wind blows soft, Through the mountain pass,
Of my Sangre de Cristo home
I met there, a girl so fair,
The asters and daisies in bloom
Her eyes shone true, The deepest blue, Blue as the sky up above
Like the wind, we would ride, side by side, in those hills that we dearly loved
 
Where the mustangs run free, And the eagles fly high,
And the varmints are out on the prowl
The stars shine bright, on a moonlit night
We’d sing along, as the coyotes howl
 
The winter came down, The snow swirled ‘round,
I rode West, Seeking silver and gold
Alas, good fortune, Did not come my way,
Now I’m hungry, I’m broke and I’m cold
I sit all alone, on a chill, dark night, Alone, with a troublin’ mind
My thoughts drift back, to that mountain shack, And the girl I left behind
 
The rivers thawed, Those mountains called,
I saddled up, And headed back home,
My heart skipped a beat, At the snow-covered peaks,
And the asters and daisies in bloom,
The sky turned gray on that mournful day, for that blue-eyed girl, she had gone
Still, here I’ll stay, for all my days, in my Sangre de Cristo home.
 
Where the mustangs run free, And the eagles fly high,
And the varmints are out on the prowl
The stars shine bright, on a moonlit night
And the lonesome coyotes howl