Lying out here on the prairie, Looking into the starry night My head resting on my saddle, the sky reflects no city light Resting near my campfire, chaps being used for a bedroll, Covered snugly by my poncho, that protects me from the cold My six-gun still in leather, near-by hanging on a tree Nothing here will I carry, when the Angels come for me. My pony, un-hobbled freely grazes, on the summer’s sweet pampas grass When my labored breath is no longer, and my spirit ascends at last Glimpsing into god’s formation, what this cowboy sees astounds My last bed will not be feathered, I am used to sleeping on the ground My sole now free of bondage, above the purple mountains soar My weathered boots stand beside me, I will forever need no more The Great Spirit is my provider, I have no need for earthly things My sole through the sky is safely sailing, lifting high on angel’s wings, Having fought earth’s last fight Words cannot do true justice, to god’s transcending flight I’m looking down on all god has designed Oh, what an ending, no longer am I confined When you wake up in the morning and you find that I am gone I’ll be riding at a gallop toward that great majestic throne My prayer for you that’s left behind is that someday you’ll behold I am riding on pony whose feet are shoed with diamonds, on a saddle of pure gold 120814crp
Posted on: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 15:45:38 +0000
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