Reflections

Never in this world before or nevermore hereafter

Could a land know such a people as the pioneer the cowboy

His clothes his conversation his unique brand of lingo

All his devil deeds of daring his hat his bandana the dirty boots and ragged chaps

But mainly that sixgun dangling so's his hand could get it quickly

But draw your own conclusions lean to your own understandings

Your beliefs and your convictions

Disprove any fact recorded in these sounds and songs and legends

But I ask you if you do be sure you've walked in many mocassins

Over many many pathways and that you have listened carefully

Really listened to the west wind and to everything it whispers

And then go back and listen listen to this once more to these legends and traditions

They're only one reflection of a tick of time of that time

Just ponder on the things that happened

As we gaze so very deeply in the time and place and persons

Seeing now and then the West as it really was

And to tell you of a little that we saw there

And looking backward through a century

There was the True West there was the Real True West

Not demanding an argument but rather hoping you looked with us

And saw it as we saw it

And heard that west wind screaming shouting almost speaking

Always whispering of these things we sang and spoke of

And you'll hear perhaps the things the we said in the stories

And the legends and traditions

Through the wind that breeze these tales of the ones who never made it

Yet fighting heat and mountains plains and valleys snow and hunger

They went westward westward westward