hovered where the dying cowboy lay Then he whispered goodnight to his cowboy pals so dear As his head up on his saddle they did lay "If you ever go home
Vertimas: Sniegas, Hank. Jo pranešimas Pradinis.
Written and Recorded by Hank Snow The lights were burning low and Mister Midnight made his way. Old Father TIme had trudged along to close another day
them to raise his weary head As his breath slowly went this the message he sent To the maiden who thought she would be wed There's a little white home
his final grace In the wreck he was found lying there on the ground And he asked them to raise his weary head As his breath slowly went this the message
Judgement Day. We wrote his dear old mother, sent his love to folks back home, And told her God had called him to the Fold. And the message to his darling
