You said, "Come take my hand, let me set the pace
I know where we're going, and I know we won't be late."
Blooms of the Spring don't rush a Summer's day
Neither trees lose their leaves 'til Winter's coat hangs
We braved the early morning, braced the cold ride
Took hold with hesitation, difference in your eyes
As the north wind in the sage
You ruffle my feathers
Fearing to fly to the southern skies
Remington loaded, the brass flushed field
I came down hard
Guess i always will
We dined beneath the willows, sang among the brush
Sold secrets by the river, no one else could touch
Oh we waded streams dreaming, carved our names into pine
Smokeless powder, I believed I could breathe
As if for the first time
We braved the early morning, braced the cold ride
Took hold with hesitation, difference in your eyes
As the north wind in the sage
You ruffle my feathers
Fearing to fly to the Southern Skies
Remington loaded, the brass flushed field
I came down hard
Guess i always will
As the north wind in the sage
You ruffle my feathers
Fearing to fly to the Southern skies
Remington loaded, the brass flushed field
I came down hard
Guess I always will