Trail Bride

TRAIL BRIDE

A handful of wind
A golden wedding band
Five hundred miles
To the promise land
Lost another day
To a broken wheel
Your letter’s in my hand
Every moment I steal

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Its a million miles my dear
Between you and way out here
This rutted road’s my trail
I’ll follow it home

China rare as gold
Scatters like bleached bones
Across the rolling dune
My tears have turned to stone
And as the sun beats down
All along the path
I see the stuff of dreams
Tossed out like chaff

Chorus

At the evening fire
Beneath the cold star light
A fiddle cross the camp
Bring back that night
In St. Louis town
We danced from dusk ‘til dawn
You said you’d send for me
And then you traveled on

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We left the gypsum weed
For the snowy pass
Our final hurdle’s there
In that rugged gap
I’ve got a gown of white
In my traveling chest
I’ll be the prettiest bride
From Missouri west

Chorus 2X

By Katherine Downing, Nathan Moore, and Dennis Soper
©2009