One beautiful night when the moon was full

And the air was crisp and clear

A cowboy lay on the star lit plain

And thought of his home so dear



He thought of his mother he loved so well

And his slumber of sleep was blurred

Not a sound to be heard but throws of the night

As he sang a wild song to his herd



The cattle are lying so quite and still

On a carpet that mantles the west ?

While the golden lanes from the sky of night

Sing peace to the cowboys stress ?



Still he thinks of his mother in a far away land

And his thoughts by his memory was stirred

And he steals himself the old home again

As he sang a wild song to his herd



He's far from the din of the city noise

Where the lanes of folly do shine

He's far from the jaws of the dies sin ?

And the flow of sparkling wine



He's in the great west with its mantle of green

Where his neighbors say never a word

A land of marriage of mountains and plains

Where a cowboy sings low to his herd