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