My tired hawse nickers for his own home bars;

A hoof clicks out a spark.

The dim creek flickers to the lonesome stars;

The trail twists down the dark.

The ridge pines whimper to the pines below.

The wind is blowin' and I want you so.

The birch has yellowed since I saw you last,

The Fall haze blued the creeks,

The big pine bellowed as the snow swished past,

But still, above the peaks,

The same stars twinkle that we used to know.

The wind is blowin' and I want you so.

The stars up yonder wait the end of time

But earth fires soon go black.

I trip and wander on the trail I climb—

A fool who will look back

To glimpse a fire dead a year ago.

The wind is blowin' and I want you so.

Who says the lover kills the man in me?

Beneath the day's hot blue

This thing hunts cover and my heart fights free

To laugh an hour or two.

But now it wavers like a wounded doe.

The wind is blowin' and I want you so.