Every day along about evening
When the sunlight's begining to fail
I r-ide through the slumbering shadows
Along the Navajo Trail
When it's twilight and crickets are calling
And coyotes are making a wail
I dream by a smoldering fire
Along the Navajo Trail
I love to lie and to the music
When the wind is strumming a sagebrush guitar
When over yonder hill the moon is climbing
It always finds me wishing on a star
Well what do you know it's morning already
There's the dawning so silver and pale
It's time to climb into my saddle
And ride the Navajo Trail
When it's twilight and crickets are calling
And coyotes are making a wail
I dream by a smoldering fire
Along the Navajo Trail