Brenn Hill - Cottonwood - Sözleri

Around the rim on Cottonwood


There stands a cedar shack


And a pole corral to pen a bronc


And a shed to hang your khack 


Beneath the peak of lodgepoles


Between an aspen stand


Behind the crest of cedars 


That stretch the broken land


Between the sage and the timber


Where cattle often hide


Where I ride to each December to curl up inside


And look up at the windy peaks


And feel the fire's glow


Then trot out through the morning 


'Cross the dusted winter snow


Around the rim on Cottonwood


A brand new lion track


That dots a line up through the draw


And slowly circles back


Where somewhere in the bitter night


He drifted like a spirit


Beyond the realm of vision


Not I nor horse could hear it


But yet the proof that there he crept


Cut fresh into the snow


And still I shiver at the thought


Of where and why he goes


Around the rim on Cottonwood


Where deep the canyon cuts


Into the mountain's very bowels


Its twisted winding guts


The frozen rivers down below


And warm springs on the hill


At minus seventeen and more


The water's running still


And running deep are shadows now


For day does not stay long


Soon the full moon rises high


And I can hear the song of one lonely coyote


Singing farewell to the sun


Sending out the call that finally evening time has come


Around the rim on Cottonwood


My fire's burning down


My cabin warm


My ride was good


My sleep is sweet and sound














		
			



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