Riding West
Farewell, fair day and fading light
The clay-born here, with westward sight
Marks the huge sun now downward soar
Farewell, we twain shall meet no more
He hears with gladdened heart the thunder
Peal, and loves the falling dew
He knows the earth above and under
Sits and is content to view
And says
Farewell, fair day, if any god
At all consider this poor clod
He who the fair occasion sent
Prepared and placed the impediment
H'm
That's right
Farewell, I watch with bursting sigh
My late contemned occasion die
And I linger useless in my tent
Fairwell, fair day, so fully spent
He sits beside the dying ember
God for hope and man for friend
Content to see, glad to remember
Expectant of the certain end
A
Farewell, fair day, if any god
At all consider this poor clod
He who the fair occasion sent
Prepared and placed the impediment
Let him diviner vengeance take
Give me to sleep, and give me to wake
Girded and shod, and bid me play
The hero in the coming day
Yeah
Yeehaw!
Fair day and fading light
The clay-born here, with westward sight
Marks the huge sun now downward soar
We twain shall meet no more
I watch with bursting sigh
My late contemned occasion die
I linger useless in my tent
Fair day, so fully spent
Farewell, fair day, if any god
At all consider this poor clod
He who the fair occasion sent
Prepared and placed the impediment
Let him diviner vengeance take
Give me to sleep, give me to wake
Girded and shod, and bid me play
The hero in the coming day
Riding!
West
Yeehaw!
Riding West!