The Home Corral
Sometimes when on night herd I'm riding
And the stars are a-gleam in the sky
Like millions of wee little candles
That glimmer and sparkle on high.
I wonder if up there among them
Are streets that are shining with gold.
And if it's as pretty a country
As all the sky pilots have told.
And sometimes I wander and wonder
If over that lone Great Divide
I'll meet with my pals who have journeyed
Across to that dim, farther side.
If out on the great starry ranges
Someday in the future, I, too,
Shall ride on a heavenly bronco
When earth's final round-up is through.
They tell us no storms nor blizzards
Blow over that blue, scattered range.
That it's always and always like summer
A land where there's never a change.
At nights when I lie in my blanket
And the star world casts o'er me its spell
I seem to look on the glories
That lie in that great home corral.
(recording by Patsy Montana: The Home Corral (Bob Nolan) Bluebird 5973 <77248-1>; rec. 33-12-06)
Many thanks to OJ Sikes for finding the song for us.
The song was registered for copyright by Bob Nolan on May 7, 1936.
For permission to record Bob Nolan's music, contact: The Songwriter’s Guild of America