Cowboy's Wild Song To His Herd

One beautiful night when the moon was full

And the air was crisp and clear

A cowboy lay on the starlit plain

And thought of his home so dear

He thought of his mother he loved so well

And his slumber of sleep was blurred

Not a sound to be heard but those of the night

As he sang a wild song to his herd

The cattle are lying so quite and still

On a carpet that mantels the west

While the golden lanes from the sky of night

Sing peace to the cowboys breast

Still he thinks of his mother in a far away land

And his thoughts by his memory was stirred

And he sees himself to the old home again

As he sang a wild song to his herd

He's far from the din of the city noise

Where the lights of folly do shine

He's far from the jaws of the dives of sin

And the flow of sparkling wine

He's in the great west with its mantle of green

Where his neighbors say never a word

A land of narrow ridge of mountains and plains

Where a cowboy sings low to his herd

Recorded  12/11/34 Camden, NJ