Sons Of The Pioneers Along The Navajo Trail
Every day, along about evening
When the sunlight's beginning to pale
I ride through the slumbering shadows
Along the Navajo Trail
When it's night and crickets are callin'
And coyotes are makin' a wail
I dream by a smoldering fire
Along the Navajo Trail
I love to lie and listen to the music
While the wind is strummin' a sagebrush guitar
And over yonder hill the moon is climbin'
It always finds me wishin' on a star
Well whatta you know, it's mornin' already
There's a dawnin', so silver and pale
It's time to climb into my saddle
And ride the Navajo Trail
It's time to climb into my saddle
And ride the Navajo Trail
