Dirt Dance.

Winter falls all around her hair,
Laying down beneath the air,
Singing softly to the wind
That the nights gonna catch you
‘cause it knows you sinned,
Praying to who ever listens, darling
That tonight’s gonna be the night I’m coming.

Yeah, the day gets old so fast,
That the river that runs through don’t stand a chance.
Golden feet in the rippling west,
Running out of time to test this test
She calls my name to the sand,
Running out of words,
Running out of land,
The mountains turn cold but I’m still glad
That I got to this world
Though it ended sad,
Now it calls me to the dirt,
This is my last chance to be a flirt,
Flirt with shadows,
Flirt with the wind,
Tell it your story and maybe you’ll win.

Not today,
Not tomorrow,
Not right now,
I’m to filled with sorrow,
In my name I’m sent to rest,
My dirt naps waiting in the wild west,
I’m ready now to be the feed,
Horse trots wild while the men trot dead,
History comes and history goes,
Stories come and people pose,
So let me go with one last prayer
That today will come with fresh air.

Pray again for my lost soul,
I was a ranger in the west,
A soldier of the best,
Christ calls back all his brothers,
To the land of gold,
The land of mothers,
Sipping silver in stead of dust,
That’s where I want to be the most,
But like every man of my saddle,
Mostly we just end in lust.

So amen to the father,
Amen to the brother,
Don’t shun me bad
I already have to live above her.

I’ll ride my horse to my heaven,
Out of my grave,
This rest caused by those seven,
Listen now while I’m looking down,
No man alive has seen God’s town,
But I’ll tell you now it’s full of pretty lights,
Like nothing I’ve ever seen,
No witch,
No man,
No red man alive,
Has ever seen this awing site.