Song Lyrics
for the storm clouds that rose like foam
he was known as their own saddle boy
On a cold silent grave, he had ten miles to ride
was the one who found the boy
He was needed above, at the homestead of love, of the long nights in may
At the schoolhouse on the rise, at the homestead of love
O re the grave of the brave saddle boy, for the storm clouds that rose like foam
When the wind though the valley roams, and old boundry rider troy
Through the tall timber land, so you d better go ahead, and the old people say
Of the long nights in may, for the last final roundup someday, through the tall timber land
from the sorrows of lifes highway
and who took the saddening message home next day
He was known as their own saddle boy, and the jackasses laugh Slim, teacher always watched the skies
Through the grey frosty dawn, every day just the same, when the wind though the valley roams
so you d better go ahead
Teacher always watched the skies, pounding hoove beats resound, struck by driftwood boy and horse
where the tall grasses bend and bow
In his youth free from strife, every day just the same Slim, down the roadway he came
Of the long nights in may, he was called from this live Saddle, at the homestead of love
Of the long nights in may, he was known as their own saddle boy, from the sorrows of lifes highway
Where the tall grasses bend and bow, just one creek left to cross Boy, through the tall timber land
showed the last sandy bed
now the sad willows wave
you ve a long way he said
Every cold winters morn, o re the grave of the brave saddle boy
when the wind though the valley roams
saddle up saddle boy ride for home
O re the grave of the brave saddle boy, now the sad willows wave Saddle, he was called from this live
and who took the saddening message home next day
And the old people say, now the sad willows wave Slim, it s their own saddle boy riding home
Through the dark countryside, through the tall timber land
From the sorrows of lifes highway, where the tall grasses bend and bow Boy, he was known as their own saddle boy
o re the grave of the brave saddle boy
as the storm all around raged on
Every day just the same, in his youth free from strife Saddle, and the lighting overhead
Teacher always watched the skies, through the dark countryside
every cold winters morn
He was needed above, where the boy and the pony lay Slim, where the boy and the pony lay
Teacher always watched the skies, so you d better go ahead, rode this lad full of life and joy
through the grey frosty dawn
when the wind though the valley roams
Rode this lad full of life and joy, at the homestead of love
through the dark countryside
Through the tall timber land, o re the grave of the brave saddle boy
Pounding hoove beats resound, as the storm all around raged on
For the storm clouds that rose like foam, o re the grave of the brave saddle boy, through the grey frosty dawn
through the dark countryside
for the storm clouds that rose like foam
he was needed above
Now the sad willows wave, and old boundry rider troy