Well, I was out in the sweet sagebrush
when the birds fell still in a cool, cool hush.
I think the sun is going down.

Well, I looked up at the red, red cliffs
but they were never as red as your sweet, sweet lips.
I think the sun is going down.

I hear the coyote howl.
He calls the stars it seems.
Each night I live this lonesome dream
when the sun goes down

You led me here with a sweet caress
from a gentle hand, in a gingham dress
and now the sun is going down.

Where you've gone now,someday I'll follow,
but my eyes are fixed on the red yellow glow
I think I'll stay right here
I think I'll stay right here
and watch the sun go down

vocals, orchestra

written for the documentary Voices of Crawford