When the wind don't blow in Amarillo

When 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

Snowin' on Raton

Come mornin' 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 darlin' thinks

The road is soft and lovely

I'm thankful that old road's a friend of mine

Snowin' on Raton

Come mornin' I'll be

Through them hills and gone

Snowin' on Raton

Come mornin' I'll be

Through them hills and gone

So bid the years goodbye

You cannot steal them

You cannot turn the circles of the sun

You cannot count the

Miles until you feel them

You cannot hold a lover that is gone

Snowin' on Raton

Come mornin' I'll be

Through them hills and gone

Snowin' on Raton

Come mornin' I'll be

Through them hills and gone

Tomorrow the

Mountains will be sleeping

Silent 'neath the blanket green and blue

And I shall hear the silence

They are keeping

And I'll bring all their promises to you

Snowin' on Raton

Come mornin' I'll be

Through them hills and gone

Snowin' on Raton

Come mornin' I'll be

Through them hills and gone