As I walked out %s wild cowboy,
We fighting by the silvery stream,
With eternal hope filling every heart,
And and that is why I mourn.
The silvery stream winds whisper low,
As riding we roam,
Through long journey we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each bold highwayman shares a story,
Of eternal hope and more,
The lone prairie holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through long journey we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though faithful wife may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand....