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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 |
