ฟังเพลงThe Christmas Trail (Album Version)

Christmas Trail (Album Version) - Michael Martin Murphey

The wind is blowing cold down the mountain tips of snow

And cross the ranges lying brown and dead

It's crying through the valley trees that wear the mistle toe

And morning with the gray clouds over head

Yet it's sweet with the beat of my little horses feet

And i whistle like the air is warm and blue

I'm riding up the christmas trail to you old folks

I'm riding up the christmas trail to you

Oh maybe it was good when the whinny of the spring

Had wheeled me to hoping of bars

And living in the shadow of a sailing buzzards wing

And sleeping underneath a roof of stars

But the bright campfire light only dances for a night

While the home fire burns forever clear and true

So round the year i circle back to you old folks

And i'm riding up the christmas trail to you

Maybe it was good at the roundup in the fall

When the clouds of bawling dust before us ran

And the pride of rope and saddle was the driving of us all

To a stretch of nerve and muscle man to man

But the pride sorta died when the man got weary eyed

Was a sleepy boy who rode the night guard through

And he dreamed himself along a trail to you old folks

Dreaming himself along a christmas trail to you

The coyotes winter howl cuts the dusk behind the hill

But the ranch's shinning window i can see

And though i don't deserve it and i reckon never will

There'll be room beside the fire kept for me

Skimp my plate cause i'm late let me hit the old home gate

For tonight I'm stumblin' tired of the new

And i'm riding up the christmas trail to you old folks

I'm riding up the christmas trail to you

I'm riding up the christmas trail to you old folks

I'm riding up the christmas trail to you