(S. Weisberg, 1975)


Tall in the saddle we spend Christmas day

Driving the cattle on the snow-covered plains.

All of the good gifts given today;

Ours is the sky and the wide open range.


Back in the cities, they have different ways,

Football and eggnog and Christmas parades.

I'll take the blanket; I'll take the reins;

Christmas for Cowboys and wide open plains.


A campfire for warmth as we stop for the night;

The stars overhead are the Christmas-tree lights.

The wind sings a hymn as we bow down to pray;

Christmas for Cowboys and the wide open plains.


It's tall in the saddle we spend Christmas Day,

Driving the cattle on the snow-covered plains.

So many gifts have been opened today;

Ours is the sky and the wide open range.

It's Christmas for Cowboys and wide open plains