The Cowboy and His Wife

Out yonder by the river, 'neath the wide prairie sky,

A cowboy and his wife make their days roll by.

Through the dust and the toil, they carve out their life,

He's a ranch hand and wanderer, she's a steadfast wife.

He sings her sweet songs 'bout the fields in bloom,

They dance in the kitchen in the pale moon's gloom.

Her laughter's the sunrise to his weary day,

Together they walk life's rugged highway.

Her hands smell like biscuits and fresh linen sheets,

While his carry the calluses from ropin' the beasts.

They built a little house where the wind runs free,

With love that’s as strong as the ancient oak tree.

He sings her sweet songs 'bout the fields in bloom,

They dance in the kitchen in the pale moon's gloom.

Her laughter's the sunrise to his weary day,

Together they walk life's rugged highway.

Through droughts and grey winters, through joy and through strife,

Nothing shakes the bond of the cowboy and his wife.

Each wrinkle they gather holds tales they won't tell,

Of a love that could weather the depths of a well.

He sings her sweet songs 'bout the fields in bloom,

They dance in the kitchen in the pale moon's gloom.

Her laughter's the sunrise to his weary day,

Together they walk life's rugged highway.