Lyrics

Under a creosote bush In a desert wild I saw the bones Of a very small child They were neatly arranged And bleached by the sun I walked away I didn't tell anyone Travel and toil Circle the world I'll never have one Like that raven-haired girl At the mouth of a canyon In the heat of the day A wagon stands empty But a dog guards the way A subsequent search Proved fruitless and dry A dog later slept In the sweet by and by Travel and toil Circle the world I'll never have one Like that raven-haired girl High on the ridge In a blanket of snow An old man surveys The valley below And all that he sees He owns free and clear But the biles in his throat And his eyes fill with tears Travel and toil Circle the world I'll never have one Like that raven-haired girl Travel and toil Circle the world I'll never have one Like that raven-haired girl