Out from the ranch on a Saturday night, Ridin' a hawse that's a shootin' star, Close on the flanks of the flyin' daylight, Racin' with dark for the J L Bar. Fox-trot and canter will do for the day; It's a gallop, my love, when I'm ridin' your way. Up the arroyo the trippin' hoofs beat, Flingin' the hinderin' gravel wide; Now your light glimmers across the mesquite, Glimpsed from the top of a rocky divide; Down through a draw where the shadows are gay I'm comin', my darlin', I'm ridin' your way. West, where the sky is a-blushin' afar, Matchin' your cheeks as the daylight dies, West, where the shine of a glitterin' star Hints of the light I will find in your eyes, Night-birds are passin' the signal to say: "He's comin', my lady, he's ridin' your way." Hoof-beats are measurin' seconds so fast, Clickin' them off with an easy rhyme; Minutes will grow into months at the last, Mebbe to bring us a marryin' time. Life would be singin' and work would be play If every night I was ridin' your way. |