Ride!

I say give me a horse that was born just to run

And I’ll give him his head toward the day’s setting sun.

I’ll tie off my bedroll and strap on my gun

And I’ll ride!

Over the plains in the late summer breeze

Up the Front Range through the tall Aspen trees

Heading for passes before the big freeze

And I’ll ride!

Past old Pueblo towers that still somehow stand

We’ll hear Bull Elk bugle like a high Autumn band

My ears and my heart will be filled with this land

And I’ll ride!

Not sure where I’m going or what I might find

Like a man just reborn who is no longer blind

I will search for some peace in my soul and my mind

And I’ll ride!

I know that I’ll find what I seek sometime soon

As the coyotes each night sing their lively old tune

My trail will be lit by that bright western moon

And I’ll ride!

An end to the journey may be far away

But the end’s not important I’ve heard some folks say

It’s the living and learning you’ll do on the way

So I’ll ride!