Michael Martin Murphey Palomino Days
Now the fire is burning low
And glowing red and gold
September images remembered
Keep out rain and cold
We rode across the Rainbow Range
Through fallow fields of hay
Your hair was gold
The leaves were gold in
Palomino days
And everything was golden then
There was gold dust in the streams
Golden horses, river courses were swift
Like fading dreams
And we were running down the sun
Through yellow Aspen glades
We rode our golden ponies through those
Palomino days
Amber skies, topaz eyes
And eagles' on the wing
Reflected in your eyes when I
Gave you a shining ring
The sun flashed on my golden spurs
Through autumn's tawny rays
Oh, what I'd give once more to live those
Palomino days
And everything was golden then
There was gold dust in the streams
Golden horses, river courses were swift
Like fading dreams
And we were running down the sun
Through yellow Aspen glades
We rode our golden ponies through those
Palomino days
What I'd give once more to live those
Palomino days
