Snowin' on Raton

When the wind don't blow in Amarillo

And the moon along

The Gunnison don't rise

Shall I cast my dreams

Upon your love, babe

And lie beneath

The laughter of your eyes

It's snowin' on Raton

Come morning I'll be through

Them hills and gone

Mother thinks the road

Is long and lonely

Little brother thinks

The road is straight and fine

Little darling thinks

The road is soft and lovely

I'm thankful that old road

Is a friend of mine

Bid the years good-bye

You cannot still them

You cannot turn

The circles of the sun

You cannot count the miles

Until you feel them

And you cannot hold

A lover that has gone

Tomorrow the mountains

Will be sleeping

Silent 'neath a blanket

Green and blue all that I shall hear

The silence they are keeping

I'll bring all their promises to you