Gold in the Morning Sun -
I can't find the notes to sing,
The mountain blue bird's song,
I just climb the mountain side and
listen all day long, listen all day long.
Some may go to concert halls to hear the music ring,
I'll just walk among the trees to hear the
wild birds sing, hear the wild birds sing.
Those arrive may stay inside and shun the winds that blow,
Those who have to will walk to see the
flowers where they grow, flowers where they grow.
Wealthy peers and thin and see-ers, never so rich as I,
Lying in a green grass field,
To watch the clouds roll by, watch the clouds roll by.
I am just a country boy,
Money have I none,
But there's silver in the clouds,
Gold in the morning sun, gold in the morning sun.
Roving Mind -
W{?} Douglas loved and lived the message found within these songs,
His introduction seemed to become part of them, he said.
Just as violence seems to answer the needs of
some, so does leveling the wilderness satisfy others.
Our values are founded in reducing the wilderness,
and turning every possible acre into some commercial use.
That drive built a nation.
Monday, 'cross the big Missouri,
The prairie grass, and the buffalo,
and the big hot sun everywhere you go, everywhere you go.
Over hill and dale where the wagons wind and the wind and hail,
Got a roving mind, got a roving mind.
Daybreak, on the wild frontier,
Look out west 'cause here I come,
and there's a whole lot more coming on the run, coming on the run.
Over hill and dale where the wagons wind and the wind and hail,
Got a roving mind, got a roving mind.
Rockies, how we used to hate you,
But there's gold and silver all around,
and we tore it out of your cold hard ground, your cold hard ground.
Over hill and dale where the wagons wind and the wind and hail,
Got a roving mind, got a roving mind.
Sunset on the powder river,
It's quite a sight and it sure is grand to be
the first in a virgin land, in a virgin land.
Over hill and dale where the wagons wind and the wind and hail,
Got a roving mind, got a roving mind.
Make way,
For the axe and the plowshare,
It won't take long as we cut the wood,
and the wild frontier will be gone for good, gone for good.
Over hill and dale where the wagons wind and the wind and hail,
Got a roving mind, got a roving mind.
Westward, 'til you can't go any further,
Backed up against the Pacific shore,
The wild frontier I'll see no more, I'll see no more,
Over hill and dale where the wagons wind and the wind and hail,
Got a roving mind, got a roving mind.

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