True Love Knows No Season

Billy Gray rode into Gantry way back in '83

There he first met with young Sarah MacLane

The wild rose of morning, the pale flower of dawning

Hurled a springtime into Billy's life that day

Sarah she could not see the daylight of reality

In her young eyes Billy bore not a flaw

Knowing not her chosen one, he was a hired gun

Wanted in Kansas City by the law

Then one day a tall man came riding from the Badlands

That lie to the north of New Mexico

He was overheard to say, he was looking for a Billy

Gray

A wanted man and a danger said law

Well the news it came creeping to Billy fast sleeping

There in the Clarendon Bar and Hotel

He ran to the old church that lies on the outskirts

Thinking he'd hide in the old steeple bell

But a rifleball came flying, face down he lay dying

There in the dust of the road where he lay

Sarah ran to him, she was cursing the lawman

The poor girl knew no reason, except that he'd been

Killed

Sarah still lives in that old white frame house

Where she first met Billy some forty years ago

But the wild rose of morning has faded with the dawning

Of each day of sorrow the long years have grown

And written on the stone where the dusty winds have

Long blown

Eighteen words to a passing world say

"True love knows no season, no rhyme or no reason

Justice is cold as the Granger County clay."

"True love knows no season, no rhyme or no reason

Justice is cold as the Granger County clay."