Along The Navajo Trail - Dinah Shore

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 cayotes 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 cuitar
when over yonder hill the moon is climbing
it always finds me wishing on a star

well whattaya 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