Margaret V.Doran
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Cattle shut tight in the far barn Safe from cold and safe from harm I turn my weary, achin' bones 'round; Smoke and I are homeward bound Fightin' cold and ice and weather Wind howls louder than the leather Tug my hat a little lower Smoke's a-ploddin' ever slower Stretch my hand to feel his nose and Clear the ice I find there frozen Breath no longer solid, brittle, Smoke picks up the pace a little Through the white and driven snow we Forge the way that we must go And in the peltin' wintry blast I'm thinkin' 'bout the times gone past Cold starts messin' with my mind Bandana's frozen and I find That Smoke's a tuggin' on my chaps Wakin' me from mental lapse The snow has stopped its swirlin' white The wind fades 'way into the night And I can hear my janglin' spurs And leather creakin' 'top the furs The moon peeks out to shed its glow We haven't very far to go Across God's icy sparklin' land Until we'll find a helpin' hand Jinglin' spurs like music ringin' Set my frozen throat to singin' Swing the barn doors open wide Friends are pullin' us inside My Mackinaw's all frozen tight But kept me warm throughout the night Smoke's unsaddled, dried and fed I stroke his muzzle; his faithful head Then turn back out into the night Boots a'crunchin' toward the light For my family's waitin' there I'm cold and dirty; they don't care Children grab my legs of leather Wet and cold from all that weather Squeals of laughter fill the air They know I'll have some stories to share 'Tis love and family, when I ride That keeps my weary, achin' hide Always aimin' homeward bound Plantin' stirruped feet on solid ground Huggin' my children good and tight We look out on the sparklin' night We see the Christmas star aglow And in my heart of hearts I know God's sittin' saddle when I ride He's there the whole time by my side |
