Echo Canyon

We ride to Echo Canyon, He rides with me tonight, No moon above to guide us, The stars alone are bright.

The wind is in the sagebrush; Somewhere a coyote calls; The studded sky is briefly lit As a flaming starlet falls.

We draw the rein together, He trembles as I pass To turn the horses free to graze In the wild September grass.

And now I stretch beside him Where he lies upon the ground, And in all this lovely wilderness We two alone are found.