Snowin' on Raton

When the wind don't blow in Amarillo
 and the moon along the Gunnison don't rise
 shall I cast my dreams upon your love, babe
 and lie beneath the laughter of your eyes
 It's snowin' on Raton
 come morning I'll be through them hills and gone
 mother thinks the road is long and lonely
 little brother thinks the road is straight and fine
 little darling thinks the road is soft and lovely
 I'm thankful that old road is a friend of mine
 Bid the years good-bye you cannot still them
 you cannot turn the circles of the sun
 you cannot count the miles until you feel them
 and you cannot hold a lover that is gone
 Tomorrow the mountains will be sleeping
 Silently the blanket green and blue
 all that I shall hear the silence they are keeping
 I'll bring all their promises to you