He sits in the kitchen in the early evening light
With a poster on the wall about the garden of life
She brings bread to the table and sits down at his side
After forty years he still touches her as if she were a bride
On Red Mountain Ranch
The red dirt fills your clothes
You go to sleep with the setting sun
And rise when the rooster crows
On hot summer days, feedback ringing through the trees
There's songs of life and freedom, kids playing in the creek
He's a potter and a dreamer, he's a builder and a sage
She's his roots and his direction, his partner on the stage
On Red Mountain Ranch
The red dirt fills your clothes
You go to sleep with the setting sun
And rise when the rooster crows
There's sheep and cows and chickens, fat cats running loose
A dog hanging 'round the house, a pony named Hay-soos
Rattlesnake alliance, mourning doves and hawks
Stars that fill the night sky and castles made of rocks
On Red Mountain Ranch
The red dirt fills your clothes
You go to sleep with the setting sun
And rise when the rooster crows
It's written on their faces like the truth carved on a stone
A love for all god's children, the growing and the grown
Smiles that take you in, food that feeds the heart
Words that reach to hold you when the miles keep you apart
On Red Mountain Ranch
The red dirt fills your clothes
You go to sleep with the setting sun
And rise when the rooster crows