Texty: Frank Sinatra. Along The Navaho Trail.

Every day, along about evening
When the sunlight's beginning to pale
I ride through the slumbering shadows
Along the Navajo trail

When it's night and crickets are callin'
And coyotes are makin' a wail
I dream by a smoldering fire
Along the Navajo trail

I love to lie and listen to the music
When the wind is strummin' a sagebrush guitar
When over yonder hill the moon is climbin'
It always finds me wishin' on a star

Well whatta, ya know, it's mornin' already
There's the dawnin', so silver and pale
It's time to climb into my saddle
And ride the Navajo trail

I love to lie and listen to the music
When the wind is strummin' a sagebrush guitar
When over yonder hill the moon is climbin'
It always finds me wishin' on a star

Well whatta, ya know, it's mornin' already
There's the dawnin', so silver and pale
(Like a silvery veil)
It's time to climb into my saddle
And ride the Navajo trail

Ride the Navajo trail
Ride the Navajo trail