When the wind don't blow in amarillo And the moon along the gunnison don't rise Shall I cast my dreams upon your love, babe And lie beneath the laughter of your eyes
It's snowin' on raton Come morning I'll be through them hills and gone
Mother thinks the road is long and lonely Little brother thinks the road is straight and fine Little darling thinks the road is soft and lovely I'm thankful that old road is a friend of mine
Bid the years good-bye you cannot still them You cannot turn the circles of the sun You cannot count the miles until you feel them And you cannot hold a lover that is gone
Tomorrow the mountains will be sleeping Silently the blanket green and blue All that I shall hear the silence they are keeping I'll bring all their promises to you
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