Desert

	On the wild open plain, Wind blows. Wind blows. On the wild open plain, Sun shines. Sun shines. And on the wild open plain, Horses thunder. Horses thunder. Galloping footfalls Tear through the empty silence, Creating a noise That can shake the high and lonely hills. Yee-ai-ai-ai-ee The calls of cowboys Galloping on their horses, Echo through the canyon, A chorus of the desert. The desert.