Along The Navajo Trail - Frankie laine
Every day along about evening
When never the sunlight's beginning to pale
I ride through the slumbering shadows
Along the Navajo trail
When never it's night and crickets are calling crickets are calling
And never coyotes are makin' a wail are makin' a wail
I dream by a smoldering fire
Along the Navajo trail
I love to lie and listen to the music
When the wind is strummin' a sagebrush guitar
When over yonder hill the moon is climbing
It always finds me wishin' on a star
Well what-ta ya know it's morning already
And there's the dawnin' so silver and pale
It's time to climb into my saddle
And ride the Navajo trail
And ride the Navajo trail
The Navajo trail