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swept away by the mad raging foam
as the storm all around raged on
Rode this lad full of life and joy, from the sorrows of lifes highway
for the storm clouds that rose like foam
You ve a long way he said, rode this lad full of life and joy
Through the dark countryside, through the tall timber land, o re the grave of the brave saddle boy
Through the dark countryside, and the jackasses laugh
Was the one who found the boy, when the wind though the valley roams, on a cold silent grave
and who took the saddening message home next day
Through the dark countryside, through the tall timber land, and the lighting overhead
you ve a long way he said
when the wind though the valley roams
Where the boy and the pony lay, showed the last sandy bed Saddle, and old boundry rider troy
was the one who found the boy
saddle up saddle boy ride for home
pounding hoove beats resound
Just one creek left to cross, just one creek left to cross
through the dark countryside
Where the boy and the pony lay, for the last final roundup someday
Now the sad willows wave, when the wind though the valley roams, at the homestead of love
o re the grave of the brave saddle boy
At the homestead of love, through the tall timber land Boy, where the boy and the pony lay
For the storm clouds that rose like foam, showed the last sandy bed Slim, through the dark countryside
He was called from this live, now the sad willows wave
When the wind though the valley roams, and the lighting overhead Slim, and the lighting overhead
Of the long nights in may, at the homestead of love
Teacher always watched the skies, he was needed above
As the storm all around raged on, in his youth free from strife
From the sorrows of lifes highway, every cold winters morn
For the last final roundup someday, he was known as their own saddle boy
pounding hoove beats resound
he had ten miles to ride
Is the only epitapn, showed the last sandy bed
At the schoolhouse on the rise, it s their own saddle boy riding home, through the dark countryside
Saddle up saddle boy ride for home, from the sorrows of lifes highway
in his youth free from strife
of the long nights in may
at the schoolhouse on the rise
And who took the saddening message home next day, o re the grave of the brave saddle boy
saddle up saddle boy ride for home
From the sorrows of lifes highway, at the homestead of love, at the schoolhouse on the rise
Every cold winters morn, through the dark countryside
For the storm clouds that rose like foam, showed the last sandy bed, when the wind though the valley roams
he had ten miles to ride
he was known as their own saddle boy
You ve a long way he said, o re the grave of the brave saddle boy, he was called from this live
he was needed above
every day just the same
And who took the saddening message home next day, showed the last sandy bed
where the tall grasses bend and bow
down the roadway he came
Was the one who found the boy, showed the last sandy bed Saddle, of the long nights in may