โหลดเพลง mp3 The Christmas Trail - Michael Martin Murphey

Christmas Trail - Michael Martin Murphey (迈可-马丁-墨菲)
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