2003
”Cherokee Trail.”
Vaughn L. Brown
Every day along about evening,
When the sunlight's beginning to fade,
I ride through the slumbering shadows,
Along the Cherokee Trail.
When it's night and the crickets are calling,
And the coyotes are making a wail,
I dream by a smoldering fire,
Along the Cherokee Trail.
I love to lie and listen to the music,
When the wind is strumming a sagebrush guitar,
While over yonder hill the moon is climbing,
It always finds me wishing on a star.
Well, what do you know, it's morning already,
There's a dawning so silver and pale,
It's time to climb into my saddle,
And ride the Cherokee Trail |