Sam Cooke - Along The Navaho Trail lyrics

Every day a lullabout evening When the sunlights beginning to fail I ride through the slumbering shadows Along the Navajo Trail When it's night and crickets are calling And coyotes are making a wail I dream by a smouldering fire Along the Navajo Trail [part 3] When the wind is strumming a sage-brushed guitar And over yonder hill the moon is climbing It always finds me whistling on a star What do you know it's morning already There's the dawning, so silver and pale It's time to climb in my saddle I want to ride the Navajo Trail I love the lie and listen to all the music [repeat part 3] I want to ride the Navajo Trail with fellows like Maverick and Cheyenne, the Indians and their bow and arrows the boys and guns and love to travel along the Navajo Trail