Roam and Deseret

Here upon these plains,
the heavens stillness,
releases a falling star,
its falling to earth,
reminded me of you.
These nights stars,
are like the tinkle in your eyes,
shining like an oasis,
a respite for a thirsty soul,
Here in this solitude of this night,
I am at rest in their splendor,
if only, I could be with you,
this would ease my mind.

As day breaks anew,
with the morning sun,
that sparkles on the dew,
whose presence nourishes,
the range grass, that feeds,
these cattle that I am guarding,
I am not a outlaw on the run,
but this is job of a true buckaroo,
and these cattle have to be moved,
up to Wichita before this drive is through,
and I can return to you.

When I get back to Tulsa town,
there in beautiful Oklahoma,
we will ride down to Fort Worth,
where the parson is awaiting,
at the chapel door,
our lives will join together,
ole roam and deseret,
we will live together forever more.

Misty of the East Texas Pines

As the mighty eagle flies overhead,
the mighty protector,
searching, watching for us,
as we travel these roads,
in search of truth, and justice,
in our hands, we hold,
a mightly light, that radiates,
as we travel through the pines.

High above the lake,
the mightly eagle,
flies along with the raven,
and will lite upon that window sill,
and peck at the intruders door,
becking for truth to be told.

There along the bank,
the bear, the earthly lynx,
with their companion,
the black panther,
whose voice we know,
in the darken forest,
their eyes are as keen as light,
and their spirits are as bold.

There among the East Texas Pines,
the eagle, raven, flies mighty high,
as the lynx, bear and panther,
searching and looking,
truth will be told,
Mistys spirit stands strong.

The eagle, our mighty protector,
flies side by side with the raven,
while the lynx, panther and the bear,
travel through these mighty pines,
we cherish their search for justice,
justice is ours to behold,
we stand together hand in hand,
for Mistys spirit stands bold.