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
