Always alone it seems
Wrapped in mystic dreams
Riding on high there in the sky
Shedding its mellow beams.
Is a cowboy moon full and grand
Making diamonds glow in the sand
A whippoor-will calls to his feathered mate
While a lobo screams his challenge of hate.
I breathe a sigh as the light slowly dies
Day is breaking too soon –
For in this old west the things I love best
Is the desert stars and the moon.
For permission to record Bob Nolan's lyrics, contact: The Songwriter’s Guild of America