Lillies Grow High

(アルバム： Aims At The West - 1963)

Boots and Stetson and six guns
And the lilies grow high
They grow for a man with a gunslinging hand
Who before his time must die

They grow in the trail he has traveled
A trail well spattered with lead
They weep for the graves of the many
Men they weep for the men now dead

He rides along lonely, no friends
But only the lilies growing high
All men seem to fear him, not one will go near him
And he knows the reason why

His name and fame spread before him
Like a carpet of death and he knows
One day he'll be slow on the draw
And then for him a lily will grow

A woman may love him though she knows
Soon above him the lilies growing high
Then like the lily she'll bow down her head
Bow down her poor head and cry

On some boothill they will lay him
And a headboard will sway in the wind
The lily will nod and gently weep
For another gunman's end

Boots and Stetson and six guns
And the lilies grow high
Boots and Stetson and six guns
And the lilies grow high...