Every day, along about evening.
There's the sunshing beginning to fade.
I sleep by the smothering fire
Along the Navajo trai.
I love to lie and listen to the music,
As I listen to the sage brush guitar.
An over yonder hill, the moon is climbing
Climbing up to reach the stars.
Well what do you know, it's morning already
And theres the starlites beginning to fade.
I think, I'll climb into my saddle
And ride the Navaho trail.