Saddle The Wind - Janie Marie Fricke

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2019. 1. 25.

                                     

 

 

                                        In a dusty little Mexican town, down on the border                            

                                        Never expecting my heart  to cross over the line                          

                                        He rolled into the square like he lived as wild as his stallion                 

                                        And his warm dark eyes burned down down into mine                               

 

                                        Somewhere under the stars, a lonely guitar was playing                   

                                        It was the closest I had come, to paradise    

                                        And the world stood still for us, there in the shadows                            

                                        Until he whispered to me, the words of goodbye                            

 

                                        on Diablo he circled the mission of light  

                                        Then rolled like a bandit  stealing the night   

                                        Tonque was breaking and I ached to touch him again               

                                        But I knew that to happen, I might as well saddle the wind              

 

                                        Wind blows cold through my soul  back home in Austin                             

                                        Off in the distance somewhere a mission bell rings                              

                                        Filling my mind with though of  that Mexican rider                                

                                        Tonight I`ll have him, only in my dream    

 

                                        on Diablo, he circled the mission of light 

                                        Then rolled like bandit stealing the night    

                                        Tonque was breaking and I ached to touch him again               

                                        But I knew that to happen, I might as well saddle the wind