Randy Travis - Wind In The Wire (2005) by Randy Travis (보컬) on maniadb.com

As blue shadows fall
Across the canyon wall
The cattle are quiet and still
Dusty, sore and tired
I build myself a fire
As a full moon
Peaks over the hills.

A blanket for my bed
A saddle for my head
I'll sleep
But in my dreams I'll stray
Back across the miles
To where my darlin' smiles
In memories of old Santa Fe.

Adios mi corinyo
She told me that day
As I kissed her softly
And then rode away.
Now I lie beneath the stars
Without her in my arms
So lonesome
And so far away
But each night
I go back there
In my dreams
And in my prayers
And in memories of old Santa Fe.

Adios mi corinyo
She told me that day
As I kissed her softly
And then rode away.

She's waitin'
There I know
But for now
All I can hold
Are my memories
Of old Sata Fe

I'm roamin' Wyomin'
Dreamin' of your chestnut hair
And eyes of sparklin' blue
So I keep roamin' Wyomin'
And hopin' that my roamin'
Leads me home to you.

I left Aberdeen
On a cattle drive last spring
I was just another hand
Ridin' through the old bad lands
There was dust and there was mud
There was sweat and there was blood
But after all this time
You still prey upon my mind.

I'm roamin' Wyomin'
Dreamin' of your chestnut hair
And eyes of sparklin' blue
So I keep roamin' Wyomin'
And hopin' that my roamin'
Leads me home to you.

Sleepin' on an old bed roll
Eatin' beans and sourdough
The days are lonely and they're long
I'm wonderin' why I hired on
We round 'em up and move 'em out
As I point my saddle south
This big Wyomin' sky
Sure is blue and so am I.

I keep roamin' Wyomin'
Dreamin' of your chestnut hair
And eyes of sparklin' blue
So I keep roamin' Wyomin'
And hopin' that my roamin'
Leads me home to you.

I keep roamin' Wyomin'
And hopin' that my roamin'
Leads me home to you

I've been riding fence all day,
Way up on the summer range.
Found a place to make my bed
As the evening shadows spread
Beyond the campfire light,
In the stillness of night,
Came the call of a coyote choir,
And the song
Of the wind in the wire.

As it strummed the rusted strings,
It sang of long-forgotten things.
Many moons and many suns
Of the real Americans.
When the arrow and the bow
Stalked the range
Of the buffalo,
And the call of the coyote choir
Knew no song
Of the wind in the wire.

As the ghostly balladeer
Hypnotized me, I could hear
Bugle calls, and battle cries.
Broken promises and lies.
The spirits of the plain
Still sing their sad refrain
In the call of the coyote choir
And the song
Of the wind in the wire.

Places I have been,
cities I have seen,
with concrete caverns rising from the ground.
Miles and miles of asphalt trail,
stretch across a land,
stampeding meadow ponies leaving smoke along the way...

I'm going back to paniolo county,
stars at night
no city lights.
Paniolo country, my home on the range.

I made up my mind, won't waste any time
I'm going back to where the clouds ride high.
take my word its pretty, not like the great big city
the winds still bring cool clear mountian air.

I'm going back to paniolo country
rain drops fall, the grass grows tall
paniolo county, my home on the range.

Lovely hula hands, graceful as a bird in motion
Riding like the doves over the ocean, lovely hula hands
Kah Li ma na ni'ae
Lovely hula hands, telling of the rain in the valleys
And the swirling winds over Na' Pali, lovely hula hands
Kah Li ma na ni'ae

I can feel the soft caresses of your hula hands, your lovely hula hands
Every little move expresses, so I'll understand all the tender meanings
Of your hula hands, fingertips that say Aloha
Say to me again I love you, lovely hula hands
Kah Li ma na ni'ae

I can feel the soft caresses of your hula hands, your lovely hula hands
Every litte move expresses, so I'll understand all the tender meanings
Of your hula hands, fingertips that say Aloha
Say to me again I love you, lovely hula hands
Kah Li ma na ni'ae