Wenas Plains

Well I hail from the haze Of the old Wenas Plains Where I'd sweat and I'd freeze on the range Where the sun mountain's kiss Left a freckle on my skin From the land that I love to this day The road it has called me to find my sweet fortune In song it is wrote in my stead But I'll go to the moon To make the world swoon For the blonde and brown hills which I fled In yonder old town Near the hills I abound I loved and I lost at the creek She'd wonder my way From night until day But I never loved one quite as sweet The ghost of Longmire he calls to my bones So slow I drudged in defeat Maybe one day When my fortune is made I'll lay love and riches at your feet On this road I've seen valleys and rivers The East and West Washington skies The fruit trees and vineyards And oceans and timber's have all graced the view of my eyes The mountains are singing an older wizened love song as further I cast on my way Calling me back to the blonde and brown hillside Hung over the sweet Wenas plains Well I hail from the haze Of the old Wenas Plains Where I'd sweat and I'd freeze on the range Where the sun mountain's kiss Left a freckle on my skin From the land that I love to this day From the land that I love to this day