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See the rain outside the window coming
down as cold as ice
Hear the howling as the wind blows through the hollow, through the night
See him standing in the shadows, see the
fear embrace the man
As a lantern lights the cabin walls
and the blood dries on his hands
And he says Lord…. What have I become
He says Lord… Lord what have I done
See the picture on the mantel of a
lady dressed in white
With the features of an angel and a meadow
in her eyes
And he reaches for the picture as tears
begin to fall
Then the anger flames
and glass and frame shatter against the wall
And he says Lord…. What have I become
He says Lord… Lord what have I done
There'll be time for crying but there's
no time now
Down the canyon is thundering a rumbling
sound
Hear those riders coming
Grab the rifle, kill the light
Then ride like fire through the stormy
night
Hear those riders coming
Hear them coming…. Hear the rumbling…..
And they're closing
.....Closing in
And it's all for the love of a brown-eyed
woman
All for the dreams that he had planned
All for the love of a brown-eyed woman
And it's lost as the life of another man
Through the white pines flying through the
clay and sand
Through that cold Wolf Creek into
no man's land
Still those riders are coming
Sure could use some water and a little
rest
But to stop right now would surely
be his death
Hear those riders coming
Hear them coming…. Hear the rumbling…..
And they're closing
.....Closing in
And it's all for the love of a brown-eyed
woman
All for the dreams that he had planned
All for the love of a brown-eyed woman
And it's lost as the life of another man
See the morning sunlight rising on the lonely
cottonwood
See the ground below
the hangman's rope scarred from horses hooves
And the muddy river rolls by to a destiny
unknown
As brown-eyed
tears fall on the grave that's made from gathered stones
And she says Lord…. What have I become
She says Lord… Lord what have I done
© 2006 Daniel
G. Stephens
(All rights reserved)
