Every Day, Along About Evening
When The Sunlight's Beginning To Fail
I Ride Through The Slumbering Shadow
Along The Navajo Trail
When It's Night And Crickets Are Calling
And The Cayotes Are Making A Wail
I Dream By A Smoldering Fire
Along The Navajo Trail
I Love To Lie And Listen To The Music
When The Wind Is Strumming A Sagebrush Cuitar
When Over Yonder Hill The Moon Is Climbing
It Always Finds Me Wishing On A Star
Well Whattaya Know, It's Morning Already
There's The Dawning So Silver And Pale
It's Time To Climb Into My Saddle
And Ride The Navajo Trail
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