In the trail dust where the wildflowers sway,
Beneath the wide sky, in the light of the day,
A cowboy rides slow, with a heart full of dreams,
Through canyons and valleys, where the sun brightly beams.

The mountains stand watch, with their peaks dressed in gold,
Whispers of legends, in the stories retold,
With a lasso in hand and a tune on his lips,
He dances with shadows, where the horizon dips. ...