Let me ride on a trail in the hills of old Wyomin`
Where the coyotes wail in the gloamin`
For it`s there where my hearts at home.
--- Hum or whistle ---
In the night let me rest,
With the blue sky for my ceilin`
`Till the winds lullaby comes stealin`
From the hills where my hearts at home.
--- Hum or whistle ---
Wake with a song, wake with the sun...
Saddle to mend. cattle to tend.
Plenty to be done.
Let me live on the range
Where a man has room to roam in
And dream of his love in the gloamin`
In the hills of old Wyomin`.
In the hills of old Wyomin`...
