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First Snow (First Snow 2) - Conrad Mortiss
Stillness in the morning
is all around
first snow falls soft on the prairie grass
cold morning bites right down to the bone
but I've got my grit to go on
hands rough as the timber I strike
sparks fly bright with the fire's might
flames take flight
the warmth brings me delight
coffee steaming in the bitter cold air
warms my body with each sip
Saddle Creek's but I don't care
riding my roan through frost and on the grass and stone
the trail calls my name
it's my own
cold out here but my heart stays warm
with the hope that I carry on
the horizon shows the way
during the day
the stars are my guide at night
boots slide into the stirrups
the frost bites back
heart stays warm though the day stays gray
blanket of snow covers what is now out of sight
gonna go ahead, a flame in my chest
the way's not easy but it's the best
it is my way
nothing can hold me back
not a wind or snow or the frigid cold
a cowboy's heart knows where to go
through the wild, through the storm
this is the way I must go on
the horizon is my goal
where dreams are born
coffee steaming in the bitter cold air
warms my body with each sip
Saddle Creek's but I don't care
riding my roan through frost and on the grass and stone
the trail calls my name
it's my own
cold out here but my heart stays warm
with the hope that I carry on
the horizon shows the way
during the day
the stars are my guide at night
the sky turns gray
as the first snow covers the trail
the cold bites right down to the bone
but my spirit rides
it won't delay my goal
cold in the saddle
but my heart stays warm
the cowboy rides through the storm
with a goal in mind
to get home where the wife is alone
and her love awaits my return
first snow whispers
soft and mild as it falls
from the sky to the ground
a blanket for the earth
a winter's gift from the sky
cold morning bites
it don't have to ask why
I know why
that is the way
coffee steaming in the bitter cold air
warms my body with each sip
Saddle Creek's but I don't care
riding my roan through frost and on the grass and stone
the trail calls my name
it's my own
cold out here but my heart stays warm
with the hope that I carry on
the horizon shows the way
during the day
the stars are my guide at night
the heart knows the call
the soul won't stall
go on, go on
must go on, that is my goal
the horizon shows the way
during the day
the stars are the guide at
the heart knows the call, the soul won't stall
go on, go on, must go on, that is my goal
the horizon shows the way
during the day, the stars are the guide at night
the heart knows the call, the soul won't stall
go on, go on, must go on, that is my goal
the horizon shows the way
during the day, the stars are the guide at night
coffee steaming in the bitter cold air
warms my body with each sip
Saddle Creek's but I don't care
riding my roan through frost and on the grass and stone
the trail calls my name
it's my own
cold out here but my heart stays warm
with the hope that I carry on
the horizon shows the way
during the day
the stars are my guide at night
must go on the trail's the creed
nothing that holds me back
no chains, no ropes
it's not the end, it's not the cold
it's the way one leads
and must go on
coffee steaming in the bitter cold air
warms my body with each sip
Saddle Creek's but I don't care
riding my roan through frost and on the grass and stone
the trail calls my name
it's my own
cold out here but my heart stays warm
with the hope that I carry on
the horizon shows the way
during the day
the stars are my guide at night
