• Cowboy’s Moon


    Whistle to me,
    And whittle me a rosewood horse
    Beneath the moon so high.
    Smoke lifts up to heaven from the oak wood fire,
    Lift me higher.
    Bring the stars nigh
    In that quivered tune to lift me from the life ruin,
    Bring me to that moon.
    Forget tomorrow,
    In the broken whistle of sorrow,
    When children cry.
    In the beauty of golden grained fields,
    Break the bullet that never yields from touching my chest,
    Let me go into forever rest.
    Sing me that broken song
    From forgotten days of long.
    In the sunlight of bloodied sweat,
    From the dreams we met.
    Kiss my tears,
    And let me cry.
    Lift me to that moon so high.
    Let me whistle to that sky,
    A heaven’s song,
    From days of long,
    And let me die.
    As I whistle this tune,
    Lift from this life of ruin,
    Bring me to this cowboy’s moon.