Dinah

Every day, along about evening When the sunlight's beginning to fail I ride through the slumbering shadow Along the Navajo trail When it's night and crickets are calling And the coyotes are making 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 strumming a sagebrush guitar When over yonder hill, the moon is climbing Always finds me a wishing on a star Well, whaddya know, it's morning already There's the dawning so silver and pale It's time to climb into my saddle And ride the Navajo trail Well, whaddya know, it's morning already There's the dawning so silver and pale It's time to climb into my saddle And ride the Navajo trail Oh, yes, it's time to climb into my saddle And ride the Navajo trail