The sun is fading now
behind the mountains tops
I've walked the roads all day
It's time for me to rest
The eagle circling high
turns the night time wild
searching for prey in the air so cool
Won't you meet me on the highway
Won't you join me on this lonely trail
The prairie wind is howling
The campfire's burning brightly
As I sit here
singing this lonely song
And it seems I only have to
close my eyes to feel you near me
And while the campfire dies
You're so far away
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