Wind In the Wire

I'd been riding fence all day

Way up on the summer range

Found a place to make my bed

As the evening shadows spread

Beyond the campfire light

Through the stillness of the night

Came the call of the coyote choir

And the song of the wind in the wire

As it strummed the rusted strings

It sang of long forgotten things

Many moons and many suns

Of the real americans

When the arrow and the bow

Stopped the range of the buffalo

And the call of the coyote choir

Knew no song of the wind in the wire

As the ghostly balladeer

Hypnotized me, I could hear

Bugle calls and battle cries

Broken promises and lies

The spirits of the plain

Still sing their sad refrain

And the call of the coyote choir

And the song of the wind in the wire

Spirits of the plain

Still sing their sad refrain

And the call of the coyote choir

And the song of the wind in the wire