When The Bloom Is On The Sage

(álbum: Songs Of The West - 1961)

When it's roundup time in Texas
And the bloom is on the sage
Then I long to be in Texas
Back a-riding on the range

Just to smell the bacon frying
When it's sizzling in the pan
Hear the breakfast horn in the early morn
Drinking coffee from a can

Just a-riding rocking roping
Pounding leather all day long
Just a-swaying sweating swearing
Listening to a cowboy song

How it beckons and I reckon
I would work for any wage
To be free again just to be again
Where the bloom is on the sage

When it's roundup time in Texas
And the bloom is on the sage
Then I long to be in Texas
Back a-riding on the range

Where the purple hills are calling
Calling to me from afar
To come back again to the Rio Grande
And the lonely Texas star

How I'm longing to be living
Where the prairie flowers grow
I'd be willing to start walking
To the land that I love so

How it beckons and I reckon
I would work for any wage
To be free again just to be again
Where the bloom is on the sage