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

Mother thinks the road is long and lonely
Little brother thinks the road is straight and fine
And my darling thinks the road is soft and lovely
I'm thankful that old road's a friend of mine

Bid the years goodbye you can't still them
No you can't turn the circles of the sun
And you can't count the miles until you feel them
And you sure can't hold a lover that is gone

Tomorrow the mountains will be sleeping
Silent 'neath a blanket green and blue
All I shall hear the silence that they are keeping
And I'll bring all the promises to you