Along the Navajo Trail

every day, along about evening when the sunlight's beginning to fail i ride through the slumbering shadow along the navajo trail when it's night and crickets are calling and the cayotes 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 cuitar when over yonder hill the moon is climbing it always finds me wishing on a star well whattaya know, it's morning already there's the dawning so silver and pale it's time to climb into my saddle and ride the navajo trail