At midnight when the cattle are sleeping
On my saddle I pillow my head
And up at the heavens lie peeping
From out of my cold, gra**y bed
And it's often and often I've wondered
At night while lying alone
If each tiny star way up yonder
Is a great peopled world like our own
In the evening in the bright stars up yonder
Do cowboys lie down to their rest?
Do they gaze at this wide world and wonder
If rough riders dash o'er its crest?
Do they listen to the wolves of the canyons?
Do they watch the night owl in its flight
Are their horse their only companion
While guarding their herds through the night?
Sometimes when a star is twinkling
Like a diamond set in the sky
I've find myself lying and thinking
If may be God's heaven is nigh
And I wonder if there I shall meet her
My mother whom God took away
It's up in stars heaven I'll greet her
At the round-up on that last day
In the east the great daylight is breaking
And into my saddle I'll spring
The cattle from sleep are awakening
My heaven worth thoughts now takes wing
The eyes of my bronco are flashing
He impatiently pulls at the reins
While out round the herd I'll go dashing
Just a reckless cowboy of the plains