Short Grass - Ian & Sylvia

The sun burns the snow

High on the mountains

It runs and it grows

As it falls

Silt and soil

Down it boils

Down to the valleys

The gold river rolls

To the plains

The rangeland lies high

Up from the river

The coolies are dry

Where the short grass grows

Fields of hay

Cottonwood shade

Green patch of home

Through the high dusty lands

The river flows

Early evening light

Boys practice roping

The days fades away

The night rolls on

Lives of pride

Men who ride

They keep the old skill

That came up the trail from Mexico

The long river rides

Through green years and dry years

Grab em in the spring

Ship em in the fall

The new foal grows

The mare grows old

Cycle of changes of changes

In this changeless land

Where the short grass grows

In this changeless land

Where the short grass grows