Let me ride on a trail in the hills of old Wyomin’
Where the coyotes wail in the gloamin’
For it’s there where my hearts at home.
— Hum or whistle —
In the night let me rest,
With the blue sky for my ceilin’
‘Till the winds lullaby comes stealin’
From the hills where my hearts at home.
— Hum or whistle —
Wake with a song, wake with the sun…
Saddle to mend. cattle to tend.
Plenty to be done.
Let me live on the range
Where a man has room to roam in
And dream of his love in the gloamin’
In the hills of old Wyomin’.
In the hills of old Wyomin’…