Last night as I lay on the prairie
And looked at the stars in the sky
I wondered if ever a cowboy
would drift to that sweet by -and -by.
Roll on, roll on, roll on, little doggies, roll on,
roll on, roll on, roll on,
Oh Lord, I've never lived
where churches grow.
I've loved creation better as it stood
That day you finished it so long ago
And looked upon your work
and called it good.
Just let me live a life as I've begun,
And give me work that's open
to the sky.
Make me a partner of the
wind and the sun,
And I won't ask a life
that's soft an d high.
Make me as big and open as the plains,
And honest as a horse between
my knees.
Clean is the wind
that blows behind the rains
And free is the hawk
that circles down the breeze
Just keep an eye on all
that's done and said
And just ride me sometime
when I turn aside
And guide me on the long, dim trail ahead
that stretches upward
toward the great divine.
Roll on, roll on, roll on,
little doggies, roll on. you