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Verse: 1
Billy Gray rode in to Gantry, back in eighty-three
There he did meet young Sarah McCray
That wild rose of morning, that pale flower dawning,
Herald of springtime in his young life that day.
Verse: 2
Sarah she could not see the daylight of reality,
In her young eyes Billy bore not a flaw.
Knowing not her chosen one was a hired gun,
Wanted in Kansas City by the law.
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Verse: 3
Then one day a tall man, came riding 'cross the bad lands,
That lie to the north of New Mexico.
He was overheard to say he was lookin' for Billy Grey,
A ruthless man and a dangerous outlaw.
Verse: 4
The deadly news came creeping, while Billy lie sleeping,
There in the Claredon Bar and Hotel.
He fled toward the old church, there on the outskirts,
Thinking he'd climb that old steeple bell.
A rifle ball came flying, face down he lay dying,
There in the dust of the road where he fell.
Sarah she ran to him, cursing the lawman,
Accepting no reason, just knowing he was killed.
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Verse: 5
Sarah lives in that same old white frame house
Where she first met Billy some forty years ago.
The wild rose of morning has faded with the dawning
Of each day of sorrow the long years had sown.
Written on a stone where the dusty winds had long blown,
"True love knows no season, no rhyme nor no reason,
Justice is cold as the Grainger county clay."
Yes, True love knows no season, no rhyme nor no reason,
Justice is cold as the Grainger county clay.