Sing me
a song of the saddle
and the clear blue sky above.
It's there I long to be,
cause it's where a man is free.
Sing me a song of my love.
Sing me a song of the cowboy,
As he rides o 'er hill and dale.
He don't know much of art,
But his song is from the heart.
Sing me his song of the trail
When shadows creep
and day is getting long
He sings a tender lullaby
His herd will sleep
because they fear no wrong
As long as he's ridin' I
Sing me a song of the saddle
And the plane I love to roll
Where God and men are one
While the work is bein' done
Sing me a song of my home.
When shadows creep,
and day is getting' long,
He sings a tender lullaby.
His herd will sleep
because they fear no wrong
As long as he's riding high.
Sing me a song of the saddle
And the plain I love to roam,
where God and men are one,
while the work is being done.
Sing me a song of my home.