One beautiful night when the moon was full And the air was crisp and clear A cowboy lay on the star lit 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 throws of the night As he sang a wild song to his herd
The cattle are lying so quite and still On a carpet that mantles the west ? While the golden lanes from the sky of night Sing peace to the cowboys stress ?
Still he thinks of his mother in a far away land And his thoughts by his memory was stirred And he steals himself 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 lanes of folly do shine He's far from the jaws of the dies 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 marriage of mountains and plains Where a cowboy sings low to his herd