Birdcages and Bad Rivers

Mystic Cowboys


Dryland Sailor

 

As a dryland sailor

I have sailed across these plains

I have listened to the wind

The music of the voice remains

You’re in the silence of my nights

Oh soft places where I dream

This dryland, this dryland sailor only sails

For the love of his dryland queen

If I should ever become shipwrecked among cornfields

Where that lost row lies between

Just remember this dryland sailor only sails

For the love of his dryland queen

Just remember this dryland sailor always sails

For the love of his dryland queen