Billy Gray rode into Gantry way back in '83 There he first met with young Sarah McClean The wild rose of morning that pale flower of dawning Heralded springtime in Billy's life that day
Sarah, she could not see the daylight of reality In her young eyes, Billy bore not a flaw Knowing not her chosen one was a hired gun Wanted in Kansas City by the law
Then one day a tall man came riding cross the badlands That lie to the north of New Mexico He was overheard to say he was lookin' for Bill Gray A dangerous man and a wanted outlaw
Word came creeping to Billy who lay sleeping There in the Clarendon Bar and Hotel He ran to the old church that lies on the outskirts Thinking he might hide in the old steeple bell
A rifle ball came flying, Billy lay dying There on the dust of the road where he lay Sarah ran to him she was cursing the lawman Poor girl knew no reason why Billy had been killed
Sarah still lives in that old white frame house Where she first met Billy some forty years ago The wild flower of morning has faded with the dawning Of each day of sorrow the long years have grown
Written on a stone where the dusty winds have long blown Eighteen words to a passing world you did say True love knows no season no rhyme or no reason Justice is cold as the Grainger County ClayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
