Navajo Trail
Marjorie Elliot

Every day along about evening
When the sunlight's beginning to fade
I ride through the slumbering shadows
Along the Navajo Trail

When it's night and the crickets are calling
And the coyotes are making a wail
I dream by a smoldering fire
Along the Navajo Trail

I love to lie and listen to the music
When the wind is strumming a sagebrush guitar
While over yonder hill the moon is climbing
It always finds me wishing on a star

Well, what do you know, it's morning already
There's a dawning so silver and pale
It's time to climb into my saddle
And ride the Navajo Trail