Christmas Trail

[ti:Christmas Trail] [ar:Michael Martin Murphey] [al:Cowboy Christmas] [by:季风网-【http://www.ip21.cn】] [offset:0] Christmas Trail - Michael Martin Murphey The wind is blowing cold down the mountain tips of snow And cross the ranges lying brown and dead It's crying through the valley trees that wear the mistle toe And morning with the gray clouds over head Yet it's sweet with the beat of my little horses feet And i whistle like the air is warm and blue I'm riding up the christmas trail to you old folks I'm riding up the christmas trail to you Oh maybe it was good when the whinny of the spring Had wheeled me to hoping of bars And living in the shadow of a sailing buzzards wing And sleeping underneath a roof of stars But the bright campfire light only dances for a night While the home fire burns forever clear and true So round the year i circle back to you old folks And i'm riding up the christmas trail to you Maybe it was good at the roundup in the fall When the clouds of bawling dust before us ran And the pride of rope and saddle was the driving of us all To a stretch of nerve and muscle man to man But the pride sorta died when the man got weary eyed Was a sleepy boy who rode the night guard through And he dreamed himself along a trail to you old folks Dreaming himself along a christmas trail to you The coyotes winter howl cuts the dusk behind the hill But the ranch's shinning window i can see And though i don't deserve it and i reckon never will There'll be room beside the fire kept for me Skimp my plate cause i'm late let me hit the old home gate For tonight I'm stumblin' tired of the new And i'm riding up the christmas trail to you old folks I'm riding up the christmas trail to you I'm riding up the christmas trail to you old folks I'm riding up the christmas trail to you